Chub-o-ween Challenge 2020
Derek shifted in his seat, his thumb stuck in the waistband of the costume pants he wore.
Beside him, Stiles did his best to keep his eyes on the road in front of the jeep, and off of the way Derek’s “Prince Charming” costume was hugging every curve of his body, especially his recently softened waist and hips.
Stiles himself was dressed in a red riding hood costume. His red cloak and the red and white bustier he wore were actually much warmer than he had expected them to be, but then again the costume shop they had rented from promised quality. Stiles couldn’t stop himself from running his fingers along the fur-trimmed cloak again to feel how soft it was.
Derek gave a little grunt as he adjusted himself in the seat again.
“You know, you could have been the Big Bad Wolf. ‘Lot less clothing involved,” Stiles chided Derek.
“I wasn’t about to wear a fur loincloth to Lydia’s party,” Derek growled in reply.
Stiles snorted. “Spoilsport.”
“Besides,” Derek continued, “you were the one who said I had to put my ‘Disney Prince Hair’ to good use.”
Stiles smiled. He had said that. And the way Derek had practically preened at the comment had made Stiles feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“Maybe...but I also said you needed to go try on costumes before they ran out.” Stiles raised his hand off the shifter and poked Derek’s belly, which was tightly wrapped in the high-waisted pants he wore.
Derek grunted and batted Stiles’s hand away. “S’not my fault someone keeps stocking the cabinets with my favorites cookies and snacks.”
“Uh huh...sure,” Stiles retorted, “And whose fault is it that I have to go shopping for said snacks at least twice a week to keep stocked?”
Derek pouted. “You said you liked a man with a healthy appetite.”
Stiles took his eyes off the road and leaned into Derek’s space. “You know I do. I love my big, cuddly wolf.” He brushed his cheek against Derek’s.
Derek pushed him away playfully. “Stop that. You’ll get rouge on my costume. And watch the road.” But his smile belied his sharp words.
Stiles smirked to himself and turned back to the road, just in time to see a neon sign pop up out of the darkness. “Royal Diner,” he read. “Is that new?”
“Don’t know” Derek grunted as the two of them looked over at the building. It had an old fifties diner vibe, but was shiny and clean like it had just been built.
“I don’t remember hearing about any new restaurants being built,” Stiles said.
Derek’s stomach gave a audible growl. “I wonder how the food is?” He mumbled.
Stiles opened his mouth to make a smart reply but was cut off when the jeep suddenly groaned and sputtered. “What the hell?” He said.
The sputtering continued as Stiles felt the gas pedal become less and less responsive. The jeep slowed its forward movement and Stiles just managed to steer it to the side of the road as the engine gave a final cough and died.
“What the hell!” Stiles repeated, twisting the keys and trying to restart the jeep, but the engine only gurgled and coughed without turning over.
“I thought you said you’d had this thing checked!” Derek growled.
“I did!” Stiles protested. He was about to hop out of the door when Derek put a hand on his arm.
“Don’t. You’ll get grease all over your costume.”
Stiles looked down, then slumped back into his seat, defeated.
“We’ll call a tow, then. And maybe someone can give us a ride to the party.” Derek suggested.
“Pffft, fat chance!” Stiles countered, “Everyone was at Lydia’s an hour ago. They’re all probably at least two wolfsbeers deep by now is not more.”
Derek grit his teeth for a moment in frustration. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by another audible groan from his stomach.
Stiles smirked. “Sheesh. Hungry, big guy?”
Derek pouted and rubbed his stomach. “I haven’t eaten today,” he countered, “I wanted to make sure I fit into this damn thing.”
Stiles’s smirk became a more genuine smile. “Aww, Der…”
The older man blushed slightly.
“Well, maybe we can wait for the tow truck at the diner?” Stiles suggested.
The two of them twisted to look back at the lot up restaurant they had barely passed. It’s interior looked warm and inviting, and it seemed to have a pretty good crowd of people inside despite it being Halloween night.
Something seemed just a little bit off to them...but neither could put their finger on why. In the end, Derek’s hunger was the deciding vote. They piled out of the jeep and trekked back to the Royal Diner.
