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]

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?"

[totallynotrobin]

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

[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."

[totallynotrobin]

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

[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."

[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."

[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."

[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?"

[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.

[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."

[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.

[totallynotrobin]

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

[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?"

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles hesitates, but slowly accepts the glass from Peter. He just saw him pour it. It...it's okay.

[burnedwolf]

"Can you drink a little?" Peter asks quietly with a reassuring smile.

[totallynotrobin]

"I can try," Stiles permits, hand shaking a little as he observes the glass.

[burnedwolf]

"I'm here, don't worry. If anything happens I'll be here." Peter speaks softly, noticing Stiles' distress.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles swallows and nods, visibly steeling himself before bringing the glass to his lips.

[burnedwolf]

Peter smiles, watching Stiles.

"Good. Just a small sip is enough." he speaks.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles barely takes a drop actually into his mouth, but it touches his lips and he manages not to flinch.

[burnedwolf]

Peter nods, eying the boy.

"Are you holding on?" he smiles.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles nods, cheeks tinged red from the stress, but he's sort of pleased.

[burnedwolf]

"You did really well today, Stiles." Peter praises with a nod. "You should be proud of yourself."

[totallynotrobin]

"Are you proud of me?" Stiles asks before he can stop himself.

[burnedwolf]

"I am." Peter agrees quietly. "Today was showing just how much process you made. With Derek, and with the drink just now. Stiles, you're slowly, but steadily getting better."