Snow in November

Chapter 11:Getting Rid of the Sheriff

When Stiles wakes up the next morning he can tell at some point he was moved because he's now lying on a mattress, under a blanket.

He also notices that Peter isn't next to him. He goes to turn around and suddenly feels as though he has eyes on him.

He slowly opens his eyes and peeks out from the blanket and instantly blushes.

Apparently the mattress is in the living room in front of the couch where Scott and Isaac are sitting smirking at him.

He looks around for his pants and doesn't find anything, not ever his boxers.

"Peter where the fuck are my clothes!" he calls out even more embarrassed. The two on the couch chuckle. Stiles glares at them, "Fuck off would ya." he mutters and it only makes them crack up more.

Peter walks in carrying some pants for him with a smirk. "You couldn't put me anywhere but in the living room? Really babe?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

Peter shrugs his shoulders, "Sorry. I didn't think they would just sit in here and stare at you like weirdos." Peter says shooting the two a glare.

"Oh come on! He is practically my brother, did you really think he wasn't going to get picked on?" Scott asks with another laugh.

Peter rolls his eyes but is chuckling. "There's breakfast in the kitchen if your hungry." he says before turning away and heading out of the room.

After he pulls on his boxers and pants he throws the blanket off himself. He hears the two morons on the couch gasp and he snickers to himself.

"What's wrong? Never seen hickeys before, oh what that's right your werewolves you can't get these awesome things." he chuckles climbing to his feet and heading to the kitchen.

He goes up behind Peter and wraps his arms around him from behind, ignoring the others in the kitchen, "I suppose you couldn't be bothered to bring me a shirt huh?" he asked jokingly.

Peter shrugs leaning his head back and kissing Stiles on the cheek.

"You just wanted to show off your handy work, I see how it is." he jokes hopping up to sit on the counter.

He reaches into the donuts box and pulls one out with sprinkles and shoves it in his mouth.

"Did you tell anyone the good news yet?" he says around the donut in his mouth. Peter shakes his head, "I wanted to wait until you were awake so we could tell them all together." Peter tells him with a smile.

"Could everyone please come to the kitchen, We have some exciting news!" Stiles hollers out and the pack comes running.

Peter looks at him like he's waiting for him to speak. "I don't know what your looking at me for, your the Alpha." he says with a smirk.

"Yes I am, but it was your idea really so you get to tell them. So go on and tell them before they bug out of their skin."

"Me and Peter were talking last night and we need an actual pack house. One that's not falling down around us more each and everyday. Instead of going out on a house hunt it's been decided that we're rebuilding the pack house right here. It will be bigger then this one and a room for everyone and a few extra." Stiles tells them beaming.

They all hoot and holler. Stiles looks over at Peter who has a huge smile on his face. After everyone finishes breakfast, Peter sends them out for a run.

Him and Stiles sit down at the table and Peter shows him the blueprints that he made up months ago.

"Peter...It looks amazing! Everyone is going to love this. When are you going to call the guy?"