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Title: The Beautiful Boy in the Biker Bar – Mischief Mondays Series | Pride Month Bingo 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, bikers, Spark Stiles, Pack Alpha Peter, protective Peter, protective Chris
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Theo Raeken
Pride Month Bingo 2025 Prompt: safe
Summary: Stiles gets hit on by werewolf, who's not taking the hint, until a hot biker comes to Stiles' rescue and pretends to be his boyfriend. The night takes a turn for the better when he also meets the hot silver fox's gorgeous husband, who owns the bar.
The Beautiful Boy in the Biker Bar
Mischief Mondays Series | Pride Month Bingo 2025
Biker bars were generally not Stiles' scene. However, Stiles had been tracking the supernatural activities around campus and he knew werewolves frequented the Silver Moon Bar. Maybe it was nostalgia or loneliness that drew him into the bar. He'd left Beacon Hills and was now going to college in New York. He missed his pack dearly, he missed being involved with the supernatural.
He thought college would be a good break from the near death experiences, but instead, he just felt isolated and lonely. He couldn't really be who he was around his human roommate and his classmates. He had some friends, but it was all loose and he didn't want to drag them into the dangers of the supernatural by telling them the truth. So he stayed alone, mostly.
He knew Cora Hale from one of his history classes was a werewolf and he'd seen her go to this bar repeatedly. She went with a variety of others their age and seeing them interact, he quickly realized all four of them were werewolves. They scented each other, shoved each other with too much force that only werewolves among werewolves would do. He'd seen them at campus from a distance and one time, might have followed them to the bar. The name Silver Moon was a dead giveaway too.
Taking a deep breath to brace himself, Stiles went into the bar. He needed community. He needed someone to talk to about all the fucked up shit – because New York was filled with fucked up supernatural disasters, he'd exorcised three ghosts in the dormitory, there'd been a ghoul and one kanima. It would be nice to have backup in all of this, or at least someone to talk to about it.
The bar was nice to look at. Black and white photos on the walls, of various motorbikes and people in leather jackets leaning against them, a deer head mounted on one wall, a pool table in the corner and rock music blaring, from his dad's generation. There was a gorgeous man with a goatee behind the bar, leaning onto it and smiling at the customer he was talking to. The man he was talking to was ruggedly handsome, older, with gray in his hair and beard and laugh lines on his face. He was nursing a beer and chuckling at something the barkeeper had said.
By a dart board were two of the wolves he'd seen with Cora before, two blondes, a girl with long curls and a guy wearing a scarf. There were a bunch of other people in the bar, but the two hot older men and the two wolves he recognized stood out for Stiles. Biting his lips, Stiles headed for the bar, with some distance to the hot silver fox because he didn't want to bother the two men.
"What can I get you?"
Stiles looked up as another barkeeper walked out from the kitchen. "A coke."
The man, tall and dark-skinned, raised his eyebrows but put the coke in front of Stiles. Stiles had also seen this one hang out with Cora. Not many ordered non-alcoholic drinks at the bar, he guessed. Stiles picked up his coke and started slowly nursing it, trying to let the cold drink calm his nerves. He wandered off, the nervous energy compelling him to walk around. Explore the bar a little. He wasn't good at meeting new people. The only reason he got into a pack in the first place was because his best friend got turned into a wolf and then started gathering his own pack. Before that, it had only been Stiles and Scott. Because Stiles could be a bit of an acquired taste – he was loud, flailed a lot, was a manipulative asshole when he wanted to be.
"How about something stronger than that?"
Stiles blinked and turned toward the guy who'd approached him. "I don't drink."
The guy next to him was very averagely handsome. There was a smirk on his lips, overly self-confident and wasn't that a turn-off? Besides, Stiles' taste in men was more, well, in men. Not in boys. His eyes wandered over to the gorgeous barkeeper and the silver fox again. That leather jacket hugged the silver fox's arms and shoulders so nicely, and the worn, stone-washed jeans did wonders for his thighs. Stiles would love to get between those thighs, they seemed like they would fit very well on either side of Stiles' head. Stiles took another drink from his coke and turned away when the gorgeous barkeeper turned to look at Stiles briefly. Werewolf, then. That knowing look, the man had definitely been able to smell where Stiles' mind had just wandered. Wonderful.
"Come on, let me buy you a drink," the guy next to Stiles tried again.
This time, he put a hand on Stiles' back, between his shoulder-blades but a little lower. Just shy of Stiles' lower back. A firm press of hand. Wolf. Intentionally leaving his scent on Stiles. It rubbed Stiles the wrong way, having an unknown wolf put his hands on him like 'mine'. Urgh. Stiles turned to dislodge the hand and offered the guy a deceptively sweet smile.
"No thanks, I'm not interested," Stiles said clearly.
He headed toward the pool table, hoping to shake the pushy wolf. It wasn't working, the guy followed him and then had the audacity to corner Stiles against the table, caging him by putting his arms on either side of Stiles. While werewolf strength could be hot and Stiles was very much into being manhandled in bed, he didn't know this guy and had already told him off. So this? This was a a major red flag.
"Come on, don't be like that," the guy said. "I'm Theo. And you seem like you're looking for a good time. I could show you a very good time."
Sighing, Stiles rolled his eyes and put his drink onto the pool table. "I really doubt it. I prefer men with more… experience. You don't look like you have enough experience to make it fun."
Theo's face screwed up at the underhanded insult and he reached out to grab Stiles by the hip. His grip was too tight and he could see by the anger in Theo's face that was intentional. Stiles' magic was like electricity under his skin. He'd rather not cause a scene but if that hand wandered, he was going to set that wolf on fucking fire. He'd never had compassion for people who didn't understand that no meant no, or for wolves who thought they could get what they wanted by force.
"There you are, sugar. I got us another round of drinks. I see you got the table."
Stiles blinked confused when the hot silver fox approached with a bright smile that made his eyes crinkle. They were an amazing shade of blue that tinted into gray. The man put the drinks down on the table and then rested a heavy hand on Theo's shoulder, his grip clearly tight.
"And who is your new friend here?"
Hot silver fox was staring directly at Stiles as he asked the question and pried Theo off of Stiles. Theo didn't go entirely willingly and Stiles was damn impressed by the man who moved a wolf. Stiles continued blinking when the man wrapped a loose arm around Stiles' waist and pulled him away from Theo and instead against the man's chest. Stiles took particular note of the loose grip, nothing like the pushy and demanding wolf. Giving Stiles the option to resist, but also the option to follow, to let himself be pulled away from the threat and to safety. Stiles followed.
"Not a friend, he was just about to leave, babe," Stiles smiled, deciding to play along.
He'd be more than capable of taking the wolf out, even send him to the hospital. But he'd accept the non-violent route and even more so when it involved a handsome man playing knight in shining armor for him. This was something Stiles wasn't used to. Nobody protected him, he did the protecting. It was sweet, in a way, flattering. Felt nice to have someone try to take care of him for a change and it had been a while since someone last had his back, ever since he had to leave home.
"Bullshit," Theo growled, baring his teeth at the man. "I saw you kiss the bartender earlier."
Oh, well, that was a very pretty picture in Stiles' mind, to be used later. However, it was also a shame because for a second there, he'd let his mind slip into a silly little fantasy that his knight in shining armor would take him home and take him apart after this. Oh well.
"And how much does that sting?" The silver fox smirked at Theo and pulled Stiles some closer. "To know that an old man like me can land both these beauts and you can't score at all?"
Stiles bit his lower lip to somewhat contain the evil grin on his lips, but he did allow himself to lean further into the hot man to show off how much he got Stiles. Theo growled again, wounded in his pride, and his eyes flashed beta blue. Killer beta blue. Stiles tensed in the man's arms and noted how he deliberately turned so he could put himself between Theo and Stiles. Okay, this whole white knight thing was starting to really appeal to Stiles. That was new. He really wasn't used to someone trying to protect him like that. Stiles could end the threat in a heartbeat, but he kind of wanted to see what his handsome savior was going to do next.
Silver fox looked unimpressed and cold. "You think I'm threatened by that? Think I'm gonna cower before the 'big bad wolf' just because I'm a human, kid?"
Human. Interesting. The fearlessness and the certain way in which he put himself between the wolf and Stiles, who was a total stranger to him, would have made Stiles guess wolf. Biting his lip, Stiles leaned further into his savior, smelling that scent of leather, motor oil and aftershave.
"Oh, that would be foolish," the bartender with the goatee spoke, a purr to his voice. "Every wolf should know better than to mess with a hunter."
At these words, Theo tensed, his eyes widening. Both bartenders rounded the bar, the bigger one crossing his arms threateningly over his chest. The two wolves at the dartboard also stepped closer. Everyone else in the bar was watching them tensely, but none looked like they wanted to step in.
"What kind of place is this that lets a hunter in?" Theo spat, his eyes then finding Stiles with a sneer. "Whatever. Keep the cheap whore, I'll find something better somewhere else."
Theo hadn't fully finished that last sentence when a fist connected with his face, sending him flying onto the floor. Stiles tilted his head intrigued and noticed that the silver fox had slipped brace knuckles on. Judging by the hissing and the injury on Theo's face, Stiles would guess they were laced with wolfsbane. Clever. And also really hot, somehow. Well, competence had always turned Stiles on, so there was that. The gorgeous man with the goatee knelt next to Theo and smirked.
"I told you, you should know better than to mess with a hunter," he pointed out. "Now, I don't like when people talk that way about my bar's patrons. Boyd, would you mind taking out the trash?"
The big guy grunted his agreement and walked over to them. He grabbed Theo by the arm and hauled him upright. Theo sneered and wiped the blood off his face. Stiles pushed past the hunter, which adorably enough, was harder than it should be, because he was still in protection mode.
"Hey, wait just a second," Stiles requested, causing Boyd to halt.
Also adorably enough, the bar's apparent owner tried to put himself between Stiles and Theo too. My, what was Stiles going to do with all these knights in shining armor? Some assorted high fantasy fantasies came to mind, very Merlin getting ravished by the knights of the Round Table. Shaking those thoughts off, Stiles came to stand in front of Theo.
"You put your hands on me, after I told you that I'm not interested," Stiles' eyes were hard. "You provoked him because you thought he was a regular human and you could take him and I assume you picked me because you thought I was human and you could force your way. Here's the thing. I'm not human. I'm something much, much more powerful than a hunter or a wolf… or anything else you ever met. And if you ever put your hands on someone who tells you no, I'll find you and I'll make it so you will never have an erection again in your life. Am I clear?"
Stiles let his eyes flash teal and let some sparks dance around his fingers. The wolves around him took an instinctive, surprised step back and Theo's eyes widened in fear. Boyd gave a surprised grunt but then dragged Theo out of the bar. When Stiles turned around to face his saviors, the teal was slowly fading from his eyes. The bar owner raised his eyebrows intrigued.
"I feel like I should thank you for letting my husband handle this, because if you wanted to, you could have razed this whole place when teaching a lesson, little Spark."
A broad grin spread over Stiles' lips. "Your bar didn't do anything to me so I wouldn't have razed it. I might have mildly electrocuted the guy though if your very fine husband hadn't stepped in."
"Very fine," the silver fox murmured amused and pleased.
Stiles flushed brightly and ducked his head. One day he was going to learn to rein in his mouth. Boyd returned behind the bar and then put another coke onto the bar, giving Stiles a long look.
"That was pretty badass so this is on the house," Boyd offered.
"Giving drinks away for free, you are going to ruin my business," the boss sighed dramatically.
Boyd wasn't the only one to huff or laugh at that. The two from the dart board had come to the bar to sit at it, watching Stiles curiously. Reluctantly, Stiles approached to accept the free drink.
"Hi, I'm Erica, this is Isaac," the blonde girl said with a bright grin on her red-painted lips.
"Stiles," Stiles offered after a moment, returning her grin. "I've seen you guys around campus."
"So you came here because my betas made you curious?"
Stiles looked surprised at the bar owner. Alpha, then. Huh. Also hot. Wait, an Alpha werewolf married to a hunter? That sounded very intriguing, actually. Stiles watched the married couple.
"Kinda," Stiles shrugged. "I'm relatively new to the city, moved here when the semester started. I don't really have any… connections to the supernatural community here."
"Thought you weren't here because you were looking to join the biker community," the silver fox noted with a rich chuckle as he sat down on Stiles' other side. "Name's Chris, this is Peter."
Stiles nodded his acknowledgment and chuckled. "Yeah, I have never been on a bike before. My best friend used to have a dirt bike in high school, that's the closest I ever got to one."
"We could change that," Chris offered, dragging his eyes over Stiles' body. "You'd look good on my bike. I could give you a ride some time."
"And he doesn't mean just his bike," Isaac muttered beneath his breath.
Erica cackled and hit him on the chest. Stiles flushed furiously, his eyes finding Chris' husband. Peter had a hungry look on his face, a wolfish smile on his lips. Stiles swallowed, blush darkening.
"I apologize for my beta," Peter cleared his throat after a moment and shot Isaac a stern look. "That was wildly inappropriate, considering what just happened."
Stiles blinked a couple of times. Wait. Was the hot married couple hitting on him? Chris was looking at him with a smile and with eyes as hungry as Peter's, slowly dragging them over Stiles' body once more. He really wasn't wearing anything special. The pale skinny jeans paired with a white shirt. It was hot so he'd taken his plaid shirt off and had it tied around his waist. Nothing special, yet with the looks Peter and Chris gave him, Stiles felt like the sexiest person on the planet.
"I mean, I didn't say I wasn't interested," Stiles offered, pulse jumping.
Peter raised his eyebrows at that and then grinned pleased. "Boyd, take over the bar."
He hopped over the bar counter and came to stand next to his husband. Chris huffed amused and got up too. For a moment, Stiles looked a little lost, but then Chris took his wrist and gently tugged him toward the pool table. Smiling pleased, Stiles followed and then watched Peter set up a game.
/break\
Peter noticed the pretty boy the moment he'd entered the Silver Moon. The scent of honey and lightning was tempting too, but the long legs, pretty big eyes and plush, pink lips were what first drew his attention. He watched from the corner of his eyes, planning in his mind how him and Chris could lure the pretty thing upstairs into their bedroom.
And then Theo started hitting on him. The wolf was new to New York, he'd started college this semester and was living on neutral territory. In large cities, universities counted as neutral territory, not belonging to any pack, to allow visiting supernaturals to live without being forced to join a certain pack. Theo had started coming to the bar a couple weeks ago but something about him didn't sit right with Peter. Too sleek, too pretentious.
Finally, he had a reason to ban Theo from his bar and territory. However, he didn't like the circumstances under which that happened. Theo put his hands on the cute twink. Peter growled lowly, only relaxing when Chris covered his hand and gave it a squeeze.
"Christopher, be a dear and go over there," Peter requested lowly. "Theo is cornering the pretty boy you and I saw earlier and I don't like it. If I go over, I'll sink my claws into that wolf."
He put two drinks in front of Chris with a hopeful gaze. And then he got to watch his mate and husband be absolutely savage and gorgeous. Seeing him put Theo in his place was hot, but somehow, the pretty boy managed to be even hotter as he threatened Theo himself and revealed that he was a Spark. Oh, someone as powerful and rare as a Spark in Peter's bar? And then the boy even accepted their advances. This had shaped up into a perfect evening. The three of them spent all night playing pool, drinking, talking and laughing. Stiles wasn't just pretty and powerful, he was also funny, snarky, good company. Surprisingly, Peter had such a good time, he wasn't even thinking about taking the pretty boy upstairs for them to ravish, he didn't want their conversation to end. When it got late – or rather early – Stiles left, but not without Chris and Peter's numbers and a promise to text them once he got home safely. Peter and Chris shared a smile that was far too soft and fond when Stiles texted them home safe, good night knights.
/break\
"Oh, pretty boy, you have no idea what you just did," Chris murmured with dark eyes.
Stiles had texted them that he was outside. When Chris went to fetch their wayward boy, he found Stiles straddling Chris' bike, a broad, teasing grin on his lips. Damn, those thighs looked good straddling Chris' machine like that. Taking his phone out, Chris snapped a couple pictures, sending them to Peter before he stepped up to Stiles. Wrapping his arms around their boy's waist, he pulled Stiles against his chest and into a slow, deep kiss.
"Shouldn't I have gotten onto your bike…?" Stiles asked, biting his lip worried. "I thought-"
"Oh, no, I didn't meant it," Chris assured, dragging his lips along Stiles' cheek and up toward his temple. "Not in a bad way, anyway. It's hot, seeing you on my bike. And I did promise you weeks ago that I'd take you out on a ride, baby."
He slipped his hands into Stiles' back pockets, squeezing that tempting ass and lifting Stiles off the bike. Stiles yelped cutely and wrapped his legs around Chris' waist. Chuckling, Chris nuzzled into Stiles' neck, enjoying how easily that pale skin turned red when he rubbed his beard against it. Peter loved it just as much, seeing their boy marked up. Possessive wolf. Not that Chris was any better and he didn't even have the excuse of wolf. Thankfully, their beautiful boy indulged them.
"Look what I found outside on my bike," Chris announced when he entered the bar.
"My, you bring me the prettiest presents, Christopher," Peter's voice was a delighted purr.
He hopped over the bar, abandoning Derek behind it. Their nephew rolled his eyes, always annoyed when Chris and Peter were being too affectionate with Stiles in the bar. Tough luck for him, because Chris and Peter had a hard time keeping their hands off of Stiles.
"Hello, beautiful boy," Peter whispered into Stiles' ear, kissing his neck. "How are you?"
"Exha—austed," Stiles groaned and leaned his head back against Peter's shoulder, still clinging onto Chris' waist with his legs. "Exams suck. I deserve a reward for surviving."
"Actually," Chris pursed his lips and exchanged a look with Peter.
"Mh?" Stiles tilted his head to look at Peter, baring his throat to the Alpha in the process. "What?"
"Well, now that your exams are over, Christopher and I thought we would finally take you on that bike ride we promised," Peter explained. "We booked a little cabin in the mountains. The mountain road is magnificent. Chris will drive you there, I'll get you on the ride back."
For a second, Stiles looked excited, before doubt and worry took over. "But your bar…"
"We got it covered," Cora piped up with an exasperated sigh. "They have been so unbearable about this for weeks now, actually. Go on the damn vacation with them. Please. So we can have a break from them and their endless pining for you."
"It's true," Erica added with a cackle. "Every day you didn't come here because you had to study, they were being whiny and pouty. Grown men in leather jackets should not pout."
Chris shot her a glare but the happy sparkle in Stiles' eyes seemed worth it. It clearly flattered their boy and Chris was more than fine with that. Leaning in, he kissed Stiles again.
"When are we leaving?" Stiles asked excitedly.
"Right now?" Chris suggested with a smirk.
"I… didn't bring anything," Stiles argued, blinking stunned.
"Sweetheart, the way I planned that weekend, you will not be needing clothes," Peter whispered darkly, giving Stiles' bared throat a light bite that had their boy shuddering. "Mh, maybe I'll let you wear one of our leather jackets at some point while you ride us, but that'll be it."
"Please, stop talking, uncle Peter," Derek groaned.
Chris chuckled and licked his lips at the mental image. Stiles' cheeks were dark red but his pupils were blown, so Chris counted it as a win all around. He smirked and gave Stiles' ass another squeeze, hoisting him up higher. Peter pressed another kiss to Stiles' neck.
"We did pack you a spare toothbrush," Chris offered lightly. "How does that sound?"
"Like you've owed me that ride long enough," Stiles nodded eagerly. "Take me."
"Please get out of the bar," Cora requested darkly.
Chris laughed but he did obey his nephew and niece and carried Stiles out of the bar. Peter followed after getting their bags from behind the bar. And two more things they had bought. Stiles made a high-pitched squealing noise when Peter put the red biker leather jacket on him.
"It's a long ride and we want you protected, baby," Chris whispered, kissing Stiles' cheek.
"I'm always protected when I'm with you," Stiles smiled. "You guys make me feel safe."
There was a lot of flattery in that statement, considering who and what Stiles was. The power he had, New York could crumble before him at the snap of a finger. Chris knew, he'd seen a fraction of Stiles' power at this point, one of the times they had gone and worked together to take out a threat to their territory. Their Spark could bend the elements and storms to his will and when his eyes were glowing with the teal-tinted fire of his magic, he looked like a vengeful god. Yet when the threat was taken care of, Stiles was all bright eyes and crooked grins, sharing sweet kisses with them and the next moment stumbling over something and flailing as he nearly went down.
Stiles Stilinski contained multitudes. His snarky sarcasm, helpless flailing, clever mind, powerful magic? Stiles had – what did Erica always say – Stiles had the range. And Chris was happy to call that Spark his. Well, and Peter's, but Chris was fine sharing with his husband. Especially when Stiles slipped onto the bike behind Chris and pressed against his back.
"Hold on tight, baby," Chris ordered. "This will be an experience."
~*~ The End ~*~