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]

"I'll try," Stiles repeats, squeezing his hand back. "Thank you.'

[burnedwolf]

Peter just looks at Stiles, trying to tell him to open up without words. But then he slowly pulls back.

"I think this was more than enough for today."

[totallynotrobin]

"Oh - jeez, am I over time?"

[burnedwolf]

Peter chuckles a little, looking over the clock.

"You were here as long you needed today." Just a bit over than the session should have lasted. "We made progress." he smiles at the boy.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles smiles back softly. "Really, thank you. For everything."

[burnedwolf]

"Stiles..." Peter sighs with a smile. Of course he gets all kind of gratitude in his work. Because he helps people, so why would Stiles' be any different. Why does it feel this good? "I appreciate it. But it's all you."

[totallynotrobin]

"No way. I never would have made it this far without you." His eyes are wide and honest, full of trust.

[burnedwolf]

The doctor smiles at those eyes, thinking that at least Stiles grew to trust someone.

"It's my job, Stiles. But thank you, I'm glad you appreciate my help." he says quietly. "And if you need anything, you know you can just call me."

[totallynotrobin]

"Okay. I appreciate that, Peter, I really do."

[burnedwolf]

"I know, Stiles." the doctor says gently, eying his patient almost fondly. He wonders how anyone would think that Stiles is just second best, especially with those eyes. "See you next week."

[totallynotrobin]

"I'll see you." Stiles smiles softly, hesitating only a moment before sliding out of the chair and making for the door.

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[burnedwolf]

Peter smiles as Stiles leaves. And actually smiles when he's already left, like a silly teenager.

(( ooc: So! Skip forward? Stiles calling him, or a therapy where Peter tries to get him to drink? Also, I might get slower the next few weeks, my father passed away so... yeah, dealing with that.))

[totallynotrobin]

((ooc: sure, skipping forward is fine with me. Perhaps Peter starts giving him motivation to accept the drink, even if he knows it's not good for Stiles to develop a dependency on him? Oh dear, I'm so sorry ): that's incredibly tough. You take as much time as you need, dear. ))

[burnedwolf]

(( ooc: Yes~ though, what motivation? Touching? Or driving or something else? Thank you. ))

[totallynotrobin]

((Ooc: i think comforting touch. As much as he doesn't want to be touched, he trusts Peter and he's fairly touch-deprived.))

[burnedwolf]

(( ooc: Siiiigh, he's really gonna develop a dependency on Peter this way huh. Okay! I start it as a new thread, ok? ))

[totallynotrobin]

((Ooc: have to add a little drama ;) okay!))