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]

"You will have to if you want me to stay with you like this. I know a few people who would take over." Peter speaks, adoring the blush on Stiles' face.

[totallynotrobin]

"I can't," Stiles says softly, nuzzling Peter's fingers. "Please. Don't make me. I - we don't have to tell anyone. I can't..." It took so much to get even this far. He can't go to another therapist. He just wants Peter.

[burnedwolf]

Peter sighs, expecting this to happen. It was difficult to open Stiles up to this point, going to someone new would really break that. But after this Peter is not sure he can keep his hands away from Stiles.

"Stiles." he starts, moving closer and making the boy look at him again. "I could lose my job and I they can send me to prison for this. Are you sure you can keep this a secret? And are you sure you want this?"

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles nods, eyes shining as he looks up at Peter. Is he really - does he mean that? "I don't want to get you in trouble. I can keep it a secret, I swear."

He bites his lip, fingers curling around the therapist's. He's a classic case, but something is catching Peter too. "Yes. I do."

[burnedwolf]

Peter isn't a good person, not when he's tempted. Even with the risk of dating a damanged teenager who is supposed to be his patient.

"Oh you barely know what you accepted to." Peter whispers, but leans over to catch those lips with his again.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles squeaks against Peter's mouth again and utterly melts, pressing eagerly into the affection. It's so...god, it feels good. To be held and kissed like that...he's never had that before. Not before the incident, and certainly not after. He craves it ravenously, and Stiles would agree to just about anything to have it. And if he gets Peter with that? Absolutely a bonus.

[burnedwolf]

Peter knows Stiles' eagerness comes from being touch deprived and he's denied so many things from himself even. He should feel guilty about it, but all he can think of how cute and delicious Stiles will feel against him.

"What do you want, Stiles?" Peter asks quietly, pulling away just a little.

[totallynotrobin]

"You," Stiles breathes, pressing close against Peter's chest. "Just let me stay..." Lips pass gently over Peter's jawline.

[burnedwolf]

Peter chuckles, tilting his head into Stiles' kisses.

"Alright, I don't have anyone after this, we can stay a bit longer." he mutters and takes Stiles' hand to pull him up from the chair. "Continuing this on the couch would be more comfortable, don't you think?"

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles nods quickly, and a soft smile dances on his lips. His dad won't be looking for him for a while yet anyway.

[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."