#also there is SO MUCH ANGST in this fucker and Stiles needs a hug. or ten

[takaraphoenix]

Look who remembered that she wanted to post a sneak peak of Save a Hose (Ride a Cowboy) after getting home from work? This gal!

The premise: Stiles, Scott and Kira decide to go on a nice little post college graduation vacation at the Hale Ranch, where Stiles is quickly charmed by the hot, handsome married couple who owns the place (not that his friends can judge, they're too busy drooling over the owners' daughters, Malia and Allison).

This is supposed to be a supernatural free vacation, but what they don’t know is that the ranch is owned by a pack of werewolves… and Stiles fell for the Alphas.

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To celebrate their newfound freedom after their final exams and the end of their lives as college students, Stiles, Scott and Kira decided to go on a nice, long vacation somewhere. It was a months long process of arguing where to go and what to do until they finally found the perfect compromise. A horse ranch.

Animals for Scott, fresh air and exercise for Kira, hot cowboys for Stiles. Everybody won.

And oh boy was Stiles winning the most. When they got out of his Jeep at the Hale Ranch, he couldn’t help but absolutely gape at the supermodel cowboy who greeted them with a smirk that made Stiles’ pants want to hit the ground. The man was absolutely gorgeous and at least twenty years older than him, which did make him even more attractive because hell yeah did Stiles have a thing for older guys. He was ridiculously good looking, with such a cut jawline, a nice, thick neck, a well-trimmed beard and the most dazzling blue eyes Stiles had ever seen.

“Howdy,” the hot gorgeous cowboy greeted with a playful wink. “You must be our new guests, booked under Stilinski?”

“Yep. Yeah. That’s me. Stilinski. Stiles. You can call me Stiles,” Stiles nodded wildly, trying hard not to drool. “I also answer to ‘good boy’. But you can call me whatever you like, honestly.”

Scott groaned and covered his face with his hands while Kira giggled.

“Stiles, we are going to live here for the next three months, why can you not even control yourself for three minutes?” Scott complained miserably.

“Listen, you know my brain-to-mouth-filter is permanently broken and it like breaks even more in the face of unfathomable hotness!” Stiles defended himself and, helpfully enough, motioned at the hot gorgeous cowboy. “You know what I always say! Go big or go home.”

Hot gorgeous cowboy raised an amused eyebrow at him, but before hot gorgeous cowboy (honestly, cowman. But no wait that sounded weirdly like Stiles was talking about a Minotaur. Which, also hot, but different flavor of hot) could say anything, another hot cowboy stepped up. This one, Stiles would categorize more as handsome. Salt and pepper hair and oh that gray looked good in his beard in particular, broad shoulders and bulging biceps and also with the pretty blue eyes, though these leaning a little more into steel-gray. Even more daddy energy than hot gorgeous cowboy. Stiles was ready to die, or perhaps he was already dead and had gone to DILF heaven.

“Well then, sugar,” hot handsome cowboy offered, an amused smirk on his lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Chris Hale and this here ‘unfathomable hotness’ is my husband, Peter Hale.”

…Stiles was ready to die from embarrassment right now. Could the Earth maybe open up and swallow him whole? Was that an option? Had his ‘not gotten laid in months because drowning in exams and thesis and preparations and just kill him now’ brain really made him embarrass himself in front of the very married (very hot) owner of the ranch by hitting on him? While his husband was in earshot?

“Okay, I guess ‘go home’ it is then,” Stiles muttered sullenly, ready to turn around and drive off the nearest cliff.

Kira expertly grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar to pull him back. “You absolutely are not leaving. You’re the one who found this place, Stiles. If you can not control your mouth, you will have to live with the consequences of what it does.”

“And what does that mouth do?” Peter asked intrigued, one eyebrow raised.

A wicked grin spread over his lips and yep, Stiles was going to die. Turning around, he buried his face in Kira’s neck, allowing her to pat his back. Because unlike Scott, Kira actually had pity with him when he was being pathetic, sad and in need of being taken out the back and put down.

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The full fic will come to an AO3 near you on November 20th so stay tuned ;)