Sex Therapist AU

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles is sure this was a terrible idea. Absolutely terrible. He's shaking as he sits, waiting, in the man's office. After everything that happened...he can't do this. He should leave. No - he isn leaving. He's going to walk out that door and -

But Stiles is frozen by fear. His nails are digging into his palm, jaw clenched. Move. Get up. Get out before he shows up. I'm sorry, Dr. Hale, I couldn't make it. Yeah. Sounds plausible.

It was a Wrong Place, Wrong Time type of thing. Actually, it was the Wrong Drink. Worst part was, it wasn't even meant for him. But when the guy figured out he'd roofie'd the wrong kid, well - might as well get something out of it, right? And for some sick reason, that made him feel worse, that he wasn't the intended target. That he was some kind of second class, even for a sick fuck like that. From there, it was all downhill.

So he's stuck in that chair, dreading the moment his new therapist opened the door.

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[burnedwolf]

Peter leads Stiles to the couch still barely believing this is happening. Or more like, he lets it happen. But as he sits down and pulls Stiles onto his lap he stops worrying about it too much.

"Is this fine?" he asks quietly.

[totallynotrobin]

"Mmhm," Stiles' smile actually brightens, and he wriggles closer, seated firmly on Peter's lap. "More than fine." He feels better than he has in months. Somebody cares.

[burnedwolf]

Peter smiles back, adoring the bright smile on Stiles's face. He didn't see it before and now that he does he can't stop looking away. Damn it, he's falling deeper into this mess.

"Good. Tell me if there's something you don't want and I'll stop." Peter mutters, leaning closer to kiss those lips again.

[totallynotrobin]

"Okay," Stiles murmurs, kissing Peter back with a soft sigh. He couldn't be more content right now, honestly. "Peter..."

[burnedwolf]

"Stiles." Peter smiles and cups the back of Stiles' head to pull him into a deeper kiss. "I like it when you call my name."

[totallynotrobin]

"Peter," Stiles repeats happily, tucking in closer. He's almost completely folded himself into Peter's lap, which is fairly impressive with how gangly he is. "Dr. Hale...Peter."

[burnedwolf]

"'Peter' is fine, until I don't tell you otherwise." Peter chuckles, holding Stiles close and nuzzling into his hair. "And there will be times when I'll tell you otherwise." he adds smirking.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles flushes warmly, closing his eyes, absorbing the affectionate contact. That sounds incredible. "Peter. Thank you..."

[burnedwolf]

"Don't mention it, you don't have to thank me anything." Peter mutters. "Only by telling me everything from now on. Stiles, I want to know everything you think about, alright? All of it."

[totallynotrobin]

"Okay," Stiles agrees easily, nuzzling back into Peter's chest. He could certainly do that for as long as this kept up.

[burnedwolf]

Peter chuckles and kisses at Stiles' temple before he pulls him softly against him, holding him and gently stroking his hair.

[totallynotrobin]

"Oh Peter," Stiles sighs, relaxing against the man. Can you tell he's melting into a pile of goo?

[burnedwolf]

Peter can tell. Stiles is touch deprived after all and Peter actually likes to spoil him.

"Hmm?" he hums amused, his fingers are tracing random patterns in Stiles' hair.

[totallynotrobin]

"Can I do anything for you? You've done so much for me."

[burnedwolf]

"Mmm, what could I possibly need right now besides you?" Peter mutters, his gaze dropping on Stiles' lips. "I want you to get better."

[totallynotrobin]

"I can try to." Stiles promises sincerely.

[burnedwolf]

"No, you will try to. And I'll be good to you too." Peter teases and tilts Stiles' chin up to kiss him.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles flushes pleasantly at the kiss, melting into it. Oh, they'd stepped in it deep, but like hell was Stiles letting it go now.

[burnedwolf]

Peter knows they are deep in it. And it will get way worse, much worse than this. But when Stiles blushes so cutely at his kisses.

"Say, Stiles, you're sleeping properly?" Peter asks quietly.

[totallynotrobin]

"Better, lately, but I wouldn't say properly." Stiles admits softly.

[burnedwolf]

"Maybe I should give you some good dreams then." Peter hums, his hand dropping on Stiles' thigh. "What do you say?"

[totallynotrobin]

Peter recieved a genuine smile for that, and Stiles nods softly. "I think I'd like that."

[burnedwolf]

"Oh, of course you would." Peter smirks, squeezing Stiles' thigh a little. "We won't go all the way today, I'm just going to give you... good dreams." he mutters.

[totallynotrobin]

"Good dreams," Stiles repeats, pinkening happily at the thought of what that might be.

[burnedwolf]

Peter smirks, his hands slide between Stiles' legs.

"Did you touch yourself since then?" he asks quietly.