totallynotrobin | Sex Therapist AU

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

Derek just glares down at the floor. Peter sighs, looking over Stiles.

"Are you alright?" Peter asks Stiles quietly and Derek frowns a little. Yes Peter did it on purpose, just to show Derek he can't just throw around words. That they can hurt people.

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totallynotrobin

The pause before Stiles mutters a half-hearted 'yes' is clue enough that he's lying, shrinking into the seat and making himself smaller.

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burnedwolf

Peter nods and his gaze flickers over Derek, with a raised eyebrow.

Derek rubs his forehead annoyed.

"I think everyone's annoying." he bites out as a kind of apology.

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totallynotrobin

Stiles doesn't say anything, just kind of staring at his lap. "...Sorry."

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burnedwolf

"Alright. Before you go, Derek, I want you too, to tell each other one thing you like in the other. Try it." Peter starts, eying Stiles.

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totallynotrobin

"...I don't know, I barely know him." Stiles glances up at Peter, confused.

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burnedwolf

"I know, but you can try with something." Peter nods. "You too Derek."

Derek rubs his forehead.

"You're kind. I guess." he mutters. "With making the crepes and all."

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totallynotrobin

"You're - " Stiles hesitates. "...attractive, I guess. It's cool that you keep fit."

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burnedwolf

"Yeah I do. That's the only thing I can do." Derek nods quietly.

"Good." Peter nods at them with a sigh. "Thank you Derek, this will be enough for today. We'll talk later in more depth." he speaks as he stands up to escort Derek out.

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totallynotrobin

Stiles offers a hesitant smile to Derek as he's escorted from the room.

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burnedwolf

Derek doesn't look at Stiles as he leaves. A few minutes later Peter comes back, sitting next to Stiles.

"Believe it or not, that went splendid." he starts softly. "Are you feeling better?"

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totallynotrobin

"...not particularly. He's mean." Stiles mumbles, dissatisfied.

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burnedwolf

"He is." Peter agrees with a sigh. "It's a part of his... defense mechanism." he speaks. "He didn't mean it Stiles. And you handled him quite well. I'm impressed."

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totallynotrobin

"What happened to him?" Stiles feels he has to ask, now.

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burnedwolf

Peter smiles eying Stiles for a little.

"If he chooses to tell you, you will know. I can't go around telling it now, can I?" he answers quietly. "I'm just going to say that he might be more thankful for those crepes than he would show."

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totallynotrobin

"Just - is he - like me?" Stiles asks softly. He can hardly imagine someone trying to take advantage of someone as big and growly as Derek. "I really do make the best crepes."

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burnedwolf

"In some way... he is." Peter answers quietly. Then smiles reaching out to pat Stiles' shoulder before he could stop himself. "I'm sure of it. I'm glad you decided to share it."

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totallynotrobin

"What kind do you want?" Stiles seizes the change of subject, smiling a little when Peter touches him. "I can make a dessert crepe or ham and egg or...maybe something healthy for Derek and something sweeter for us?"

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burnedwolf

Peter slides up his fingers to Stiles' neck for a second as he's listening to him. And then he pulls away. The boy's eyes are wide and open and the man wishes they would always be like that. And that they would always turn toward him.

"Healthy for Derek is fine. And surprise me. I'd take anything you present me, Stiles." he chuckles.

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totallynotrobin

Stiles definitely likes that familiar, almost intimate touch. It makes him lean forward and it very clearly makes him happier and more relaxed.

"It'll be great, I promise."

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burnedwolf

"Thank you." Peter smiles, noticing how Stiles is calmer now indeed. "I can barely wait." he sighs and moves to sit back into his chair, taking his notepad.

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totallynotrobin

"Is - is there anything else we're doing today?"

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burnedwolf

"Well," Peter starts, looking over his notes. "Just one more thing." he looks up and reaches for a bottle on the table. He opens it and pours some water in a glass. He's not saying anything just offers it to Stiles. "Thirsty?"