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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[totallynotrobin]

"Like I'm - well, I am broken," Stiles sighs, toying with his glass.

[burnedwolf]

"How do you know what they see? Or what they think when they see?" Peter asks, his gaze dropping on Stiles' fingers on the glass.

[totallynotrobin]

"I can see it when they look at me. Even people that don't know what happened know that something's wrong with me."

[burnedwolf]

"Why do you care what other people think, Stiles? What does it matter?" Peter asks quietly.

[totallynotrobin]

"I - I don't know. I don't, really I just - I don't want my dad to look at me like that."

[burnedwolf]

"Stiles." Peter starts and leans over, reaching for the boy's hand on the glass. "He loves you. You know what that means?"

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles actually relaxes a little at the touch, finally looking up at Peter.

[burnedwolf]

"Stiles, do you know what it means?" Peter asks again, looking at him, wanting Stiles to tell him himself.

[totallynotrobin]

"He won't judge me," Stiles sighs, blowing out a gust of air.

[burnedwolf]

"Exactly." Peter nods. "And you know this, right?" he asks again. "He won't judge."

[totallynotrobin]

"Yeah I - I know." Stiles mumbles quietly.

[burnedwolf]

"You also need to believe it." Peter smiles a little, tilting his head to see Stiles' gaze.

[totallynotrobin]

The teen relaxes slightly. "Sorry. I don't know - I also don't want him to think I'm weak."

[burnedwolf]

Peter just shakes his head.

"It's the same. Stiles, he loves you." he speaks, his fingers stroking Stiles' hand. "He just wants to have you back and nothing else matters. You know?"

[totallynotrobin]

"I know," Stiles says softly, leaning in a little closer towards Peter. "…I do."

[burnedwolf]

"I know you do." Peter chuckles a little with a sigh. Though as Stiles leans closer he stops talking for a second. His eyes drop on his lips just for a second and in any other situation Peter probably would have taken his chances. But he is on a job right now and Stiles is a patient. "I want you to tell him that." he speaks softly, swallowing to try and wet his dry throat.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles notices and after a second of hesitation, he tilts his head a little. He…wouldn't actually mind if…

"Is that another assignment?" Stiles asks quietly, hazel eyes wide and trusting.

[burnedwolf]

Peter sucks in a sharp breath, because Stiles is not supposed to... offer. He's not supposed to make this worse, Peter has limits here too.

"No." Peter speak, clearing his throat. "This is something I would like you to do. But it's... not an assignment."

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles slowly turns his hand in Peter's, squeezing it gently and leaning just that little bit closer…

"I'll…try my best." Stiles promises, still staring into his face.

[burnedwolf]

"Please do." Peter nods and refuses the urge to lick his own lips. Or move forward. Damn it. He can't do this, he can't violate what they have just because... of reasons. He's a professional. "Stiles..." he tries to say it as a warning, but it comes out too soft.

[totallynotrobin]

"Yes?" The hope in his eyes is telling. If Peter were to reject him now…it's hard to tell just what would happen, but it's pretty clear it would devastate him. "Peter?"

[burnedwolf]

Peter tells himself he's doing this for Stiles' well being in his last maybe sane moments. Then he leans over and presses his lips against Stiles'. And a kind of desire he didn't know he had rises in him too the same time.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles gasps softly against his mouth, but doesn't pull away. Doesn't freak out or shrink back - in fact, after a moment, he sinks into it a little, relaxes slightly and lets his lips move softly and pliantly against Peter's.

[burnedwolf]

Peter almost wishes Stiles would freak out, because it would remind him where they are and what they are doing. But instead he presses tighter and parts his lips, unable to not to ask for more.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles rests his free hand against Peter's chest - but doesn't push him away, fingers curling instead in the fabric of his shirt. Peter wouldn't hurt him. Somewhere, in the back of his head, Stiles recognizes that this isn't a good idea, that it's wrong. But it feels unbelievably safe.