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]

"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.

[burnedwolf]

Peter smiles and slides his fingers inside Stiles' jeans, stroking over his underwear.

"I will give you back your desire then, alright?" he hums quietly.

[totallynotrobin]

"Alright," Stiles breathes, eyes wide as Peter strokes across his underwear. His desire. He can definitely feel it stirring.

[burnedwolf]

Peter looks over the door for a second, hoping his secretary really knocks before she enters. She usually does, but he can never get careful enough.

"Maybe it also will help you sleep better." Peter smiles, turning back to Stiles and taking him through his underwear.

[totallynotrobin]

"I-I'm sure." Stiles stutters, eyes wide as he clings to Peter and lets him touch. "Chase away...all the bad dreams."

[burnedwolf]

Peter smirks at him and looks down.

"I like you, Stiles." he says softly. "I want to help you and heal you, bringing you back to how you were before." he mutters, squeezing the boy.

[totallynotrobin]

"You never knew me as I was before." Stiles smiles softly. "I bet you'd like him."

[burnedwolf]

"I saw glimpses of him and he's amazing, Stiles." Peter breathes, kissing that smile on him.

[totallynotrobin]

"How do you know?" Stiles breathes, kissing Peter back softly, sliding one hand lightly into his hair.

[burnedwolf]

"It's my job to know." Peter smiles, his fingers moving inside Stiles' underwear. "But I want to get to know you better."

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles' breath hitches, and he nods dumbly. "Y-you can get to know me however you want."

[burnedwolf]

"I'm flattered." Peter says. "Why do you refuse to let anyone close and then here I am, touching you like this?" he wonders, sliding fingers around Stiles.