Mine and Yours and Ours

A hand gripped Stiles' waist and, with a start, Stiles realized that they weren't just fighting for him. They were fighting over him. Like, physically. At any moment, one of them was going to snap and Stiles knew that it wouldn't end well for him. He had to, somehow, either get Chris to go cool off or shut Peter up. And so, swallowing with a click, Stiles did the only thing that he could think of.

He kissed Peter.