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]

"Was it because of the drug?" Peter asks with a frown.

[totallynotrobin]

"Yeah. And the pain." Stiles mutters, back to twisting his hands.

[burnedwolf]

Peter nods, giving Stiles a little time.

"And when you could move and walk, somewhat, you went to your jeep and drove home?"

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles takes a deep breath and nods. Exactly what he'd done.

[burnedwolf]

Peter nods too, looking at his notes.

"And when did you tell your father that something happened?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Three days after," Stiles admits quietly.

[burnedwolf]

Peter frowns.

"Three days?" he asks back, with a sigh, rubbing at his neck. "You were waiting that long?"

[totallynotrobin]

"I was freaked out," Stiles sighs. "I know I should have reported it. I knew what would happen. They'd take a DNA sample and they'd get my report and they'd go after the guy and catch him and - but all I wanted was a shower."

[burnedwolf]

"They couldn't get the sample then?" Peter asks even if he knows that the bastard who did it is still walking around. The doctor nodded. "I understand it was difficult to handle, others never even talk about it."

[totallynotrobin]

"No. I mean - sort of. They got a partial off my clothes." Stiles smiles weakly at the encouragement.

[burnedwolf]

"That's something." Peter smiles a little. "Are you alright?" he asks just in case. "Anything else you'd like to say about this?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Not really. I don't know. I just can't shake this off." Stiles shrugs a little.

[burnedwolf]

"Stiles, you don't have to 'shake it off'." Peter starts, leaning forward a little. "It's not working like that. You need to one day let it go, as much as you can, but for now it's enough to be able to talk about it." he speaks quietly.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles takes a deep breath and nods. Peter's right. But he just wishes it would all go away.

[burnedwolf]

Peter smiles when Stiles calms a bit.

"And you did your homework, you told me on the phone." he starts. "Did you manage do it again?"

[totallynotrobin]

"The touching?" Stiles asks. "Ah…I didn't really try a second time."

[burnedwolf]

"It's alright." Peter assures Stiles quietly. "Then I'm going to ask you again. That next time please try and initiate contact. Once is enough, but I would be happy if you could make it frequent." he says with a nod. "I'm already glad you did it the first time I told you."

[totallynotrobin]

"…I can try," Stiles allows. But he honestly isn't sure how far he'll be able to get.

[burnedwolf]

"Please do." Peter nods. Then smiles again. "But I did promise some compensation for when you do your homework." he starts. "What would you like?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Um," Stiles blinks at him. "Compensation?"

[burnedwolf]

"A reward." Peter corrects himself. "For your hard work."

[totallynotrobin]

"I - what kind of reward?" Stiles asks.

[burnedwolf]

"A treat. Something that makes you happy." Peter shrugs. "It could be anything you like, like a cup of coffee, or sweets if you like them. Or another touch." he adds, noting that Stiles had no problem touching him when he asked the other day.

[totallynotrobin]

"Um," Stiles flushes a little, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I don't, uh, drink coffee." And he really isn't far enough along that he'd let Peter hand him a drink regardless. "What do you think?"

[burnedwolf]

Peter chuckles a little.

"Stiles, it's about what you think. It's supposed to make you happy and not me or anyone else. That's why it's a reward. I want you to want it and do the homework I give you for it." he explains.