Stiles woke up to the sound of people speaking in the hallway instead of his usual alarm. It didn’t take long for Stiles to recognize Derek and Lydia; they were clearly trying to keep their voice down but failing miserably. Stiles smiled at their antics.
“You know I can hear you guys, right?” he called.
The door opened slowly and Lydia peeked inside first, as if to make sure they heard correctly, then, with an apologetic smile, she opened the door the rest of the way to reveal Derek holding a tray and what looked like breakfast on it.
“Happy birthday?” Derek asked, looking contrite.
“Is that breakfast? You guys got me breakfast in bed?” he smiled cheekily at them.
“Well, you wouldn’t just tell us what you wanted. We had to improvise,” Lydia replied.
“If that tastes as good as it smells, I’m all good in the gift department,” Stiles said, sitting up.
Derek came in and put the tray on Stiles’ lap, where Stiles could finally see the spread of toast, eggs, bacon, orange juice, and fruit salad. It was missing his usual coffee, but he can see why hot coffee in bed is a bad idea when it involves Stiles.
Stiles piled up some bacon on top of his toast, then added a heaping spoon of eggs on top of them. He was savoring his decadent toast when Lydia spoke up again.
“So, Stiles. We’ve been talking and we finally decided on what to give you for your birthday.”
“I thought breakfast was my gift,” he said after swallowing. Stiles took a sip from his orange juice.
“We wanted to propose something. A threesome,” said Derek.
Stiles spat half of the juice in his mouth in a coughing fit, barely managing to drink the rest of it to avoid making a bigger mess.
“Seriously, Derek? While he’s drinking?” she said, wiping the front of her dress.
Derek shook his head and gave Stiles two claps on his back, as if that could fix the problem. They didn’t laugh it off as a joke, so Stiles decided he must have still been dreaming.
“A threesome?” he asked when he regained his voice.
“You do know what those are, right?” Derek asked in return.
“Oh, I’m familiar. I just never thought you guys would be into it.”
“Well, you’ve never asked, so we talked and we decided our friendship can survive it,” Lydia said. “If you want, obviously.”
“Now?”
“Any time you want, silly. It’s your birthday gift.”
“Okay, um… I’ll take it into consideration,” he bit his lip to stop himself from rambling. He wanted to know how they came to this conversation, when they talked about it, and why they told him over breakfast when he can’t do anything about it. As far as he knew, he still had work to do. “Can we circle back here after dinner when I can be sure this is not a very vivid dream?”
Derek snorted.
“Sure, you can take as long as you want,” Lydia said.
“And you can obviously refuse,” Derek added.
Stiles looked up at Derek, “oh, no, I want to do it. I so want to do it, guys. I just have logistics to figure out.”
Lydia smiled at him, then leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips. “Happy birthday, Stiles.”
***
Later that day, when Stiles came back from work and found Lydia setting up the table, he wondered what he had done to deserve so much love from his two favorite people in the world. He leaned against the frame of the door and watched her go through the motions, fixing the silverware and the candles on the table.
“What’s the occasion?” he asked when it looked like Lydia finished.
“It’s still your birthday, isn’t it?” she turned around, then came over to Stiles and gave him a long kiss. Stiles found himself resting his hands on her hips and pressing closer to her.
“Lydia! Come help me plate this,” calls Derek from the kitchen, interrupting their kiss.
“Why don’t we ask my boyfriend to join us in my room?” Stiles asked, looking at Lydia directly.
With a smile, she said “I like the way you think.”
They went to the kitchen where Derek was stirring something on the stove. “You wanted to make this fancy,” said Derek when he heard them come in.
“All I want right now is a kiss from my handsome boyfriend,” said Stiles in response. How the werewolf didn’t hear him coming will always be a mystery, but Stiles thinks it’s got something to do with the oven running in the background and the music coming from someone’s speakers.
“Stiles,” said Derek, turning around.
“Hey, babe,” replied Stiles before kissing the playful smile off his boyfriend’s face. When Derek put his hand on Stiles' face to bring him closer, Stiles sighed into the kiss but pulled apart a second later. “Let’s go upstairs.”
“But dinner—”
“Dinner can wait. Come on.”
Derek smiled, making eye contact with Lydia. “You still up for it?”
Lydia reached out and took one of Derek’s hands, “Yes. Are you?”
“Yeah.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Stiles asked, turning around to go to his room. Derek and Lydia silently followed.
***
Lydia playfully pushed Stiles back until he fell to the bed, pushing his hands away from her dress. Derek came up behind Lydia and undid the zip for her, and Stiles thought he'd never seen anything hotter than his two lovers coming together to give him this.
He watched enraptured as Lydia’s dress dropped to the floor revealing a matching set of moss green lacy underwear that made her skin glow and her red hair pop. She took off her shoes and climbed into the bed to kiss Stiles, a deep, openmouthed kiss that took his breath away.
When they pulled apart, he noticed that Derek, for his part, unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor, then undid his zipper slowly, looking directly at Stiles, his eyes full of lust. Keeping the mood going, he slipped out of his jeans slowly, almost giving him a show. Stiles dick twitched in response.
Derek climbed into the bed as well and took his time kissing Stiles’ neck, biting softly at the junction where his neck met his shoulder, drawing a moan out of him.
A soft hand reached under his t-shirt and Stiles wished his clothes would be gone already. As if hearing his thoughts, Derek pulled apart long enough to help Lydia take the t-shirt off. Stiles took a moment to glance between his lovers and felt his cock growing hard in his pants.
Lydia palmed him over his jeans and Stiles groaned, throwing his head back. Derek went back to his neck, this time moving downwards until he trapped a nipple in between his teeth and bit gently. “How do you wanna do this?” he asked.
“Want you to fuck me,” Stiles replied. “Fuck me while I fuck Lydia.”
Lydia reached over Stiles’ head and opened the drawer next to the bed, pulling out condoms and lube, then she added, “I really like that idea.”
Before Stiles could reply, she was leaning down to kiss him and Stiles let himself get lost in the feeling of her mouth over his, running his hands down her body.
Derek, meanwhile, kept his mouth moving down Stiles body, peppering kisses on his stomach, undoing his pants, taking his already hard cock out of his boxers and kissing along the length until he mouthed at his balls. Stiles, almost overcome with arousal, moaned when Derek’s mouth swallowed him.
Stiles reached with one hand to unclasp Lydia’s bra, but she was already a step ahead of him and quickly took it off, throwing it away, just as Derek pulled his cock out of his mouth, raising Stiles’ hips to help him out of the rest of his clothes.
He felt Lydia and Derek’s hungry eyes on him and looked up just in time to see Lydia bite her lip, then look over at Derek. “Derek, do you wanna makeout?”
Stile could’ve sworn he was awake, but that sentence made him do a double take. Derek nodded and grabbed Lydia’s face with both hands, cupping her face softly and leaned down to kiss her. Stiles decided that if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.
After a moment, they pulled apart, eyes blown with lust and both leaned down over Stiles’ cock, sloppily kissing down the length on opposite sides. The image alone could’ve made him come, but Derek gripped the base of his dick tight when Stiles’ hips bucked.
“Stay still,” he ordered, nosing his pubic hair. Then Lydia put his dick inside her mouth, sucking her cheeks in, bobbing her head up and down.
Absentmindedly, he heard the pop of a bottle and then he felt a finger pushing up against his entrance and his hips bucked once again, making Lydia gag.
Derek splayed a hand on top of his stomach to keep him down, saying “you need to be patient, Stiles. Let us take care of you.”
Lydia hummed, the vibrations along his dick doing nothing for his patience.
Derek resumed the task of working him open with slick fingers, first only one finger until Stiles was moaning for more, then he added a second one, curling inside him just the right way to make him gasp.
When a third finger went in, Stiles said, “I’m gonna come if you guys don’t stop this.”
Lydia took his dick out of her mouth with a loud, wet pop. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Want you. Both of you,” he replied.
Derek took his fingers out and said. “Change positions with Lydia.”
Stiles moved to kneel on the bed while Lydia reclined where he’d been before, still with her panties on. He helped her out of them and noticed they were soaked. It gave him a headrush to find out they were as into it as he was.
Lydia grabbed a pillow, put it under her to prop her hips up, and Stiles settled between her legs, running his hands over her legs, her thighs, all the way up to her hips. He leaned down to kiss her, filthy and lustful until Lydia pulled on his hair to get his attention.
“Fuck me, Stiles,” she said.
Stiles couldn’t comply any faster.
He expertly rolled on a condom, lined up and entered her infuriatingly slow, making her moan when he bottomed out. His hands ran up Lydia’s body until he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipple with his right hand, slow and tortuous matching the movement of his hips. He leaned further and kissed one of her nipples, lapping at the bud until it tensed under his tongue.
Derek kneeled behind him and ran his hands across his back, his nails softly scratching the skin made him shiver and he pushed deeper into Lydia. Both of them moaned.
Lydia’s hand reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling gently to guide his head up to her neck. Stiles let himself be guided by Lydia, then Derek repositioned his hips from behind. Next thing he knows, Derek’s dick is in his ass, slowly inching his way inside. A groan escaped his mouth.
“I’m not gonna last a second, guys,” he breathed heavily. Lydia’s short nails scratch the back of his neck; he moaned at the sensation.
“Good,” said Derek from behind him.
Stiles had a feeling there was no drug in the world that felt better than sex with Lydia and Derek. He couldn’t think of words to describe how it felt. Sublime, for starters.
Right then, Derek decided to withdraw and snap his hips into Stiles and things got filthy.
“Oh fuck, Derek,” he swore, his hips bucking into Lydia.
“Yeah, Derek, fuck him,” she said from her position, voice raw, probably from sucking his dick earlier. “I wanna see Stiles get railed.”
Stiles propped himself up on an arm to give himself a better angle and snapped his hips into Lydia, making her swear. She reached down to rub her clit while Stiles kept rolling his hips into her.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged.
Stiles trembled when Derek’s thrusts brushed his prostate, but continued to fuck into Lydia as Derek tried to keep up with his pace to fuck into him. It’s messy and awkward at some points, but Stiles had never, ever felt as good as he did in that moment.
Lydia tensed her body, then writhed under them, small tremors running through her and her cunt clenched around him tight. She rode her orgasm then tightened her legs around Stiles, not letting him pull out just yet.
“Yeah, baby, come for me,” groaned Stiles.
She continued to rub around her clit, as if still deciding if she has another orgasm in her.
Then Derek takes over controlling Stiles’ pleasure by hitting his ass time and time again until he consistently reached the prostate enough times that Stiles was on the edge of a cliff, pleasure building inside of him like a tidal wave.
He was babbling by now, half-formed swear words and Derek’s name every time he got close but not close enough. It was almost a chant, DerekDerekDerek until he was so close, the tiniest thing could tip him over.
Stiles looked down at Lydia just in time to see her lick two of her fingers then put them back on her clitoris, her legs tightening around him. Derek got two more thrusts in him before Stiles was coming. Hard.
His vision whited out for a moment, enough that he almost collapsed on top of Lydia, but then Derek lurched forward and managed to keep him upright, giving a couple more thrusts and he was coming too.
Stiles didn’t know how many seconds passed, but he sort of came to when Lydia cried out a second time while her legs clenched around him involuntarily —overstimulation almost taking over him— taking him out of his reverie long enough to pull out of her then roll to his side.
Stiles could only hear their hard breathing in the room and wondered how it felt for his lovers, if there was anything different they could pick up on that his human senses never picked up.
Staring at the ceiling, completely baffled that they just did that, he said “this is the best birthday ever.”
He heard Lydia giggle, Derek snorted. After a couple of seconds they were both laughing, and Stiles joined them as well. With the sound of their laughter flooding the room, Stiles felt happier than ever, then he said, “I can’t wait for my next birthday.”