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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[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.

[totallynotrobin]

"No I - I haven't." Stiles dimly recognizes that this should feel wrong, but does nothing to stop it. Because it doesn't feel wrong. He wants to feel how much Peter cares. "I couldn't find the...desire."

[burnedwolf]

"I'm sorry about it. Desire can be pretty inspiring." Peter mutters as his fingers slide to play with the zipper on the boy's pants. "You couldn't find desire in anything?" he asks quietly, looking up at Stiles.

[totallynotrobin]

"I didn't used to." Stiles whispers, biting his lip and tilting his hips up into Peter's fingers. "It's different now."

[burnedwolf]

"Why?" Peter asks softly, unbuttoning Stiles' jeans. He can't help being a therapist even in a situation like this.

[totallynotrobin]

"You." Stiles smiles shyly, wrapping his arms around Peter's neck and trying to relax.

[burnedwolf]

"Me? What do you mean?" Peter chuckles, kissing into the boy's neck.

[totallynotrobin]

"I want you." Stiles says softly. "I really...want."

Stiles' head tilts, offering up more space to Peter.

[burnedwolf]

"Do you, now?" Peter chuckles again, kissing along pale skin. "You didn't touch yourself because you wanted me?"

[totallynotrobin]

"That's not - I mean I didn't - " Stiles flushes a little, mewling and melting into Peter's touch.