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]

"Yeah I - I know." Stiles mumbles quietly.

[burnedwolf]

"You also need to believe it." Peter smiles a little, tilting his head to see Stiles' gaze.

[totallynotrobin]

The teen relaxes slightly. "Sorry. I don't know - I also don't want him to think I'm weak."

[burnedwolf]

Peter just shakes his head.

"It's the same. Stiles, he loves you." he speaks, his fingers stroking Stiles' hand. "He just wants to have you back and nothing else matters. You know?"

[totallynotrobin]

"I know," Stiles says softly, leaning in a little closer towards Peter. "…I do."

[burnedwolf]

"I know you do." Peter chuckles a little with a sigh. Though as Stiles leans closer he stops talking for a second. His eyes drop on his lips just for a second and in any other situation Peter probably would have taken his chances. But he is on a job right now and Stiles is a patient. "I want you to tell him that." he speaks softly, swallowing to try and wet his dry throat.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles notices and after a second of hesitation, he tilts his head a little. He…wouldn't actually mind if…

"Is that another assignment?" Stiles asks quietly, hazel eyes wide and trusting.

[burnedwolf]

Peter sucks in a sharp breath, because Stiles is not supposed to... offer. He's not supposed to make this worse, Peter has limits here too.

"No." Peter speak, clearing his throat. "This is something I would like you to do. But it's... not an assignment."

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles slowly turns his hand in Peter's, squeezing it gently and leaning just that little bit closer…

"I'll…try my best." Stiles promises, still staring into his face.

[burnedwolf]

"Please do." Peter nods and refuses the urge to lick his own lips. Or move forward. Damn it. He can't do this, he can't violate what they have just because... of reasons. He's a professional. "Stiles..." he tries to say it as a warning, but it comes out too soft.

[totallynotrobin]

"Yes?" The hope in his eyes is telling. If Peter were to reject him now…it's hard to tell just what would happen, but it's pretty clear it would devastate him. "Peter?"

[burnedwolf]

Peter tells himself he's doing this for Stiles' well being in his last maybe sane moments. Then he leans over and presses his lips against Stiles'. And a kind of desire he didn't know he had rises in him too the same time.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles gasps softly against his mouth, but doesn't pull away. Doesn't freak out or shrink back - in fact, after a moment, he sinks into it a little, relaxes slightly and lets his lips move softly and pliantly against Peter's.

[burnedwolf]

Peter almost wishes Stiles would freak out, because it would remind him where they are and what they are doing. But instead he presses tighter and parts his lips, unable to not to ask for more.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles rests his free hand against Peter's chest - but doesn't push him away, fingers curling instead in the fabric of his shirt. Peter wouldn't hurt him. Somewhere, in the back of his head, Stiles recognizes that this isn't a good idea, that it's wrong. But it feels unbelievably safe.

[burnedwolf]

Peter sighs against Stiles' lips as he feels his hand against him. Desire and need flames in him and he realizes this isn't a good idea at all. Yet he moves his hand to cup the back of Stiles' neck and deepen the kiss.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles groans softly, tilting his head pliantly to bring Peter in closer and allow the warm kiss to deepen. Well, Stiles certainly isn't complaining...

[burnedwolf]

Peter sucks in a sharp breath at that sound. This is worse than he thought... What a mess. His hand is trembling a little on Stiles' neck. He moves closer a bit too, wanting to feel more of Stiles' warmth.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles starts to lean in quicker now, in earnest, soaking up all of the affection and physical contact Peter was offering him. He felt safe here, and he was starved for intimacy. This didn't bode well for his poor therapist…and Peter was only human.

[burnedwolf]

As Stiles moves toward him Peter realizes what he's doing. Stiles is touch deprived and he's been through a lot and Peter takes advantage of him... Which doesn't feel too bad when kissing him is so sweet. Peter is indeed human and not a good one. He might be a therapist, but he has his reasons too.

"See,I don't think you're weak either." he whispers against the boy's lips, reluctant to pull away.

[totallynotrobin]

"You don't?" Stiles breathes softly, eyes wide and more than willing to continue making out with his hot therapist. Oops.

[burnedwolf]

"I don't." Peter repeats, his eyes fall on Stiles' swollen lips again. He's too eager too and it doesn't help that Stiles is too. "I personally think you're brave and strong, you just... you just got a bit lost." he speaks as his hand slips on the boy's cheek. What is he doing!? He should stop this...

[totallynotrobin]

"But you can help me," Stiles draws forward a little more, practically in Peter's lap. "You can help me find my way."

[burnedwolf]

Peter's body jerks when Stiles moves closer. He's been abused, he can't just push him down like some horny teenager Peter suddenly feels.

"I'm trying Stiles, but... I think we're both lost a little right now. Don't you think?" he asks in a swallow.

[totallynotrobin]

"Lost?" Stiles leans in even closer, drawing his hands around Peter's neck and gently running his fingers through his hair. If you can find a gentle way to let him down....