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Title: Sick and Sweet – Stetopher Week 2025
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, hurt/comfort, fluff, sickfic
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale
Stetopher Week Day 6 Prompts: Weapon | Caretaking
Summary: Chris, Peter and Stiles are at the penthouse for a research session on the latest assassin when Chris and Peter realize that Stiles is actually sick and trying to power through it. That can’t stand, of course, so Chris and Peter take it upon themselves to take care of him.
Sick and Sweet
Stetopher Week 2025
Chris smiled a little to himself when a weight hit his shoulder. It wasn’t the first time that Stiles fell asleep on him and Peter during a research session. The boy could hyperfixate on any research rabbit-hole for hours, but at one point exhaustion would even claim him.
His smile turned into a bit of a frown when the weight started shifting, rubbing against his arm. Turning some, he looked at Stiles, who was slowly rubbing his face against Chris’ biceps, snuggling closer against him, still holding the book in his hands and looking at it with half-lid eyes.
This was new. Stiles didn’t exactly cuddle. Hell, Chris was still grateful that Stiles even worked with him. After the Nogitsune, after Chris had held a gun to the boy’s head… Chris had left Beacon Hills after his daughter had died, needing distance and maybe also running away from facing Stiles. He’d come back, because of Kate. Started working with both packs and then the assassins came into play, he also helped. Being a knowledgeable hunter, he ended up on the research team with Stiles and Peter. It had brought him closer to them both. He had developed feelings for them both in the past months and while his attraction to Peter was quickly picked up by Peter and acted on by the smug wolf, Chris did his best to ignore his attraction to Stiles.
“Stiles?” Chris asked softly, adjusting his arm to wrap it around Stiles’ waist. “You okay there?”
That drew Peter’s attention opposite them on the other side of the table. Peter frowned concerned as he stared at Chris and Stiles. Stiles made a soft noise and snuggled more into Chris now that Chris had his arm around him, allowing Stiles to properly burrow into his side.
“M fine,” Stiles mumbled, sounding sleepy. “Just cold. You’re warm. That’s nice.”
Stiles talked a lot, endlessly running sentences. Two word sentences weren’t exactly Stiles’ style. Neither was the cuddling. Oh, Stiles was physically affectionate with the wolves, he always hugged Scott, Malia had no concept of personal space when it came to Stiles, Erica liked cuddling up to him and Stiles would always let them all get their fill. But that was different. They were wolves, all of them were teens. Stiles didn’t cuddle with Chris and Peter (regardless of how much the two wanted that).
“You’re cold?” Peter asked concerned and got up. “It’s pretty warm in here, sweetheart.”
He came to sit on Stiles’ other side, brushing Stiles’ hair out of his face and immediately growling. At the same time, Stiles grumbled and tried to snuggle more into Chris.
“You’re burning up, Stiles,” Peter glared in irritation.
“It’s totally fine,” Stiles wrinkled his nose. “It’s just a little fever. It’ll pass. We have work to do and then we debrief the others and the puppies can hunt down the assassin and I’ll sleep. It’s fine.”
Chris heaved a sigh and turned more toward Stiles, tightening his arm around the boy. Stiles made a content noise at that and since he couldn’t press any closer to Chris, he adjusted and ended up throwing his legs over Chris’ lap and burying himself in Chris’ chest. All the hunter could do was blink in utter bafflement at the boy who was practically sitting on his lap at this point.
“Okay, that’s it,” Peter grunted displeased and got up. “You’re going to bed.”
“No—o,” Stiles groaned in frustration and tried to hide in Chris’ arms. “I need to help.”
“And how much help do you think you are right now, half asleep in Christopher’s lap?”
Peter raised his eyebrows in a judgmental way and then went to pick Stiles up, curling one arm around Stiles’ back and the other under the boy’s thighs. Stiles gave a startled little noise but he quieted down again when he found himself pressed against Peter’s chest.
“Mh. Wolf’s warm,” Stiles hummed contently, nuzzling into Peter’s chest.
Chris looked at Peter in concern, the wolf meeting his eyes and nodding briefly before heading toward the master bedroom. Their bedroom, really. After the two started hooking up, Chris had gradually somehow moved into Peter’s penthouse. Because after coming back to Beacon Hills, he’d just taken a motel, not really intending to stay. Now, well, now he was reconsidering things. Sighing, Chris also got up from the couch and followed Peter into the bedroom.
“Christopher, help me,” Peter requested as he tried to ease Stiles off himself. “He’s clingy.”
“Warm wolf,” Stiles grumbled, his face buried in Peter’s neck.
“Yes, warm wolf,” Chris smiled amused and came to Peter’s aid. “But you have to let the warm wolf go so we can get you out of your jeans, baby.”
“Mh… getting me out of my clothes,” Stiles grinned broadly. “That’s nice too. Yes, please.”
Chris raised both his eyebrows, but he used the opportunity to help Peter put Stiles down onto their bed and then get him out of his jeans and shirt. Down to his boxers, Stiles blinked up at them.
“I changed my mind,” Stiles drew his eyebrows down. “Is too cold for sex. I want clothes.”
“Sex,” Chris repeated startled, staring at the boy.
“Yes,” Stiles continued blinking those pretty doe-eyes at Chris. “You took me to bed and now you took my clothes off. We’re finally going to have sex, right? Erica says you can cut the sexual tension between us with a knife. Kira has started offering her katana for it. But I don’t think now is a good time to have sex. I think I want my clothes back. It’s cold. I’m cold.”
“Cut the sexual tension with a knife,” Peter repeated, looking stunned. “And you’re aware of that?”
Stiles stared at Peter like the wolf was stupid. “Peter, you haven’t met the concept of subtly yet. You haven’t been subtle about it since you offered me the bite in the parking garage. But you were like, you know, the bad guy. And then we kind of killed you. But then you came back, better. But I still didn’t trust you, even though you are sex on legs. But you kinda proved yourself, when you helped us free Boyd, Erica and Cora, and when you helped against the Alpha Pack and when you helped figure out how to break the possession. I like you, for more than your bite-able neck and sexy smirks, so I would be very on board with doing sexy stuff, but I know you’re doing sexy stuff with Chris now and I figured Chris would be opposed to doing any stuff with me, since I got his daughter killed. But now you have me in your bed, in my underwear, so I guess I was wrong.”
So sick Stiles was still as chatty as regular Stiles, it turned out. And apparently, Stiles had some kind of filter after all. Who would have thought. Because this was a truly unfiltered Stiles and that implied Stiles usually did have a filter. Which meant all the rambling was a choice.
“We…” Peter trailed off and shook his head. “Let’s get you something warm and comfortable.”
He went to the closet and got a pair of sweat-pants and a hoodie out. Chris came back into motion to help Peter with maneuvering their boy’s long limbs into the clothes. Stiles proved not to be very cooperative. He just let them move him around and occasionally tried to cling onto one of them.
“Okay,” Chris sighed, relieved when they had Stiles clothed. “There. Better?”
“Mh,” Stiles wrinkled his nose and looked at his hands, only his finger-tips sticking out of the hoodie. “The clothes are good? But I liked the warm wolf better.”
It was perhaps the cutest and most unexpected thing to see Stiles reach out for Peter and make actual grabby hand motions. That boy was so out of it, Chris was getting concerned. Even if he found this sweet and adorable side very cute, he would prefer their bratty boy flipping them off for trying to help him and then snarking about them being too fussy.
“You need meds and tea,” Peter declared with a frown. “I remember that from when my brother was sick as a child. Humans need meds and tea when they’re sick.”
“No—o,” Stiles wrinkled his nose and reached out for Peter. “Sick humans need warm wolves.”
Chris could see the exact moment Peter’s resolve cracked and broke. That man was too damn weak for their boy. Rolling his eyes, Chris spread the blanket out over Stiles while Peter climbed in.
“I’ll go and get you meds and make you tea, baby,” Chris promised, caressing Stiles’ hair.
“No,” Stiles frowned up at him. “Also need warm hunters.”
When Stiles made grabby-motions for him, Chris felt weak too. Not weak enough to cave, because he had a hunter’s resolve and Stiles’ behavior was seriously concerning Chris. They needed to rein in that fever and make sure Stiles’ head got clearer again. Brushing Stiles’ hair out of his face, Chris pressed a kiss to Stiles’ heated forehead. Yes, he definitely needed meds.
“I’ll hurry and be back as quickly as I can. Until then, cuddle the warm wolf, okay, love?”
Stiles hummed and seemed somewhat appeased when Peter pulled him so close, Stiles was laying on top of the wolf, with Peter’s arms around his waist. Stiles nuzzled his face into Peter’s neck.
“Hurry up,” Stiles ordered displeased, shuddering a little.
/break\
Peter hated that their boy was sick. He hated how helpless it made him feel. But oh, he did love the cuddling. Sick Stiles was incredibly clingy and so very blunt in a surprisingly sweet way. He held Stiles close and tight, until he could heard Chris return to the penthouse and rummaging through the kitchen. Once Chris finally entered the bedroom again, Peter allowed himself to relax.
“Sweetheart,” Peter nudged the sleeping boy in his arms. “C’mon, wake up. Time for your meds. If you’re good and take them and drink some tea, you’ll get Chris cuddles too.”
Stiles grumbled about it but his eyelids fluttered open at the promise of Chris cuddles. When Chris held out the meds, Stiles obediently opened wide and Peter tried not to have dirty thoughts at the picture. He swallowed and had about half a cup of tea, while Chris got into something more comfortable than jeans and then climbed into bed with them. Stiles made a content noise when he found himself sandwiched between them, snuggling in.
“I got something else for you,” Chris offered, pulling the bag he’d brought closer and taking out a pillow. “I went by your house. I also told your father that you’ll be staying with us so we can take care of you, since he was on his way out for a shift.”
Stiles gasped pleased. “You remembered that I can’t sleep without my pillow. Thank you, Chris.”
“Why, you had no problem sleeping with me as your pillow just now,” Peter pointed out.
“Mhmh, you’re a very good pillow too,” Stiles agreed, burrowing his face in his pillow.
Peter sighed fondly as he pressed up against one side of Stiles’, while Chris took the other, both of them wrapping their arms around their sick boy. Peter pressed a kiss to Stiles’ temple.
“Can I have this clingy, snuggly Stiles outside of him being sick?” Peter wondered.
“I would prefer that too,” Chris sighed, clinging tighter onto their boy.
/break\
Stiles woke up with a headache and a sore throat, but clearer thoughts than he’d had in… well, he didn’t exactly know how long it had been. He remembered having done research with Chris and Peter and then things got weird because he remembered getting tucked into bed, showered in pet-names and care and comfort. So that must have been a fever dream.
“Sweetheart,” Peter whispered gently. “I know you don’t want to, but can you sit up and drink some more tea for me and Christopher? And take your meds?”
Stiles grumbled and buried himself deeper in the source of warmth he was wrapped up in. “No.”
“Don’t be difficult, baby,” Chris said sternly. “Meds and tea. Be good.”
“Have you met me? My default-setting is difficult, Christopher,” Stiles huffed annoyed.
“Well, someone is feeling sassy again,” Peter chuckled. “I’ll take that as a good sign.”
Cracking one eye open, Stiles looked around, expecting to see them hover in front of his bed at home. Instead, he was very definitely inside Peter’s bed… and Peter and Chris were laying in bed with him, hugging him from either side. Groaning, Stiles buried his face in his pillow.
“Tell me I wasn’t a clingy, whiny mess,” Stiles requested. “Because I might have to change my name and move away if I embarrassed myself like that in front of you guys.”
“So you’re aware of that,” Peter drawled amused. “That’s… normal?”
“Yeah,” Stiles rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “Mom always thought that was so adorable. Dad mostly gets worried because I’m never that nice. Sorry about it.”
“Oh, please don’t apologize for that. I greatly enjoyed how clingy and cuddly you were,” Peter’s eyes sparkled with teasing but also with something else. “It pleased my wolf a lot to have you that… affectionate. A wolf could get used to that, you know.”
Stiles rolled his eyes at Peter, his cheeks still dark-red. “Yeah, yeah, make fun of me.”
“I’m… very serious, darling,” Peter leaned over Stiles to make eye-contact with him. “You know I’m not exactly everybody’s favorite pack member. I get my physical affection in from Cora, Erica and Christopher. I’d love to have you that affectionate all the time. Minus the fever, though.”
Stiles’ heart was racing because Peter was very close, leaning over him like that. He licked his lips out of nervousness and his blush darkened at the way Peter tracked the movement. Chris clearing his throat broke the moment and drew both their attention.
“Meds and tea, baby,” Chris prompted seriously. “You can have more cuddles afterward.”
Peter helped him sit up and adjusted Stiles to be leaning against the wolf’s chest. Usually, Stiles would be complaining about it, but he did still feel weak like a kitten, even if his head was clearer. When Chris presented him with the meds and a cup of tea. Stiles obediently took his meds and drank most of the tea, subconsciously nuzzling into Peter’s chest.
“Did I say a lot of embarrassing stuff? Because I tend to do that. And I’d like to blame the fever.”
“Well, you were talking about sexual tension that could be cut with Kira’s katana,” Peter offered.
“Right,” Stiles nodded, rubbing his face. “Name-change and moving away it is, then.”
“Stiles, if that’s something you noticed before, why did you never bring it up?” Chris asked.
“Because the two of you are together and you seem to be making that work,” Stiles motioned between them. “I don’t know what good some sexual attraction is going to do there. I’m not gonna try and get in between your relationship or anything, just because of some horny.”
“Darling, it’s not just some horny,” Peter gently cupped Stiles’ face. “It’s also not just sexual attraction. We spent all weekend taking care of you, because we care deeply about you. We want to take care of you. We want you, Stiles.”
Stiles blinked a little dazed and then turned toward Chris. “Wait, is he serious?”
“He’s very serious, baby,” Chris took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We do want you and taking care of you these past three days, I want to keep taking care of you, be there for you.”
Swallowing hard, Stiles really wanted to kiss them, just to get a coughing fit, sniffing grossly afterward. “Okay, okay. So much kissing once I am up for it again. Right now… nap and cuddles?”
Chris and Peter exchanged a fond smile and settled back in. Stiles’ eyelids fluttered shut.
~*~ The End ~*~