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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totallynotrobin

"Lost?" Stiles leans in even closer, drawing his hands around Peter's neck and gently running his fingers through his hair. If you can find a gentle way to let him down....

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burnedwolf

Peter almost melts into Stiles' touch.

"Yes." he nods as his arm slides around Stiles' waist, noting how slim he is. "This is not right, you know that..." he speaks, but he is not letting Stiles go.

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totallynotrobin

"I don't care," Stiles admits quietly, sliding closer into Peter's arms. "....d-do you?"

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burnedwolf

"I do." Peter admits with a nod. There are so many things he has to consider: Stiles' situation. And his too, he can lose his job. He sighs and looks over the door. It's not locked and it's not usual for others to barge in, but he can't be careful enough right now. "I'm not sure this helped you at all."

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totallynotrobin

Stiles deflates a little, shrinking back - he's not full out pulling away, but it's clear Peter's response, while logical, bothers him. "It was helping."

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burnedwolf

"It seems like helping, but..." Peter sighs, eying Stiles a little and hating to see him like this. "I'm not supposed to help you like this. This won't help you in the long run."

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totallynotrobin

"I think you're wrong." Stiles murmurs weakly, twisting his fingers nervously now.

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burnedwolf

"Am I?" Peter tilts his head, eying the boy fondly and a bit sad. It was good Stiles was fighting for something... "Why do you think?"

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totallynotrobin

"Because I felt it was helping. I know it was." Stiles looks down at his hands. "Nevermind." Peter has made it clear he doesn't want that with him.

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burnedwolf

"Hey..." Peter sighs, and reaches under Stiles' chin to make him look back at him. "What are you thinking? I can see you're thinking about something again and I want to know." he says quietly, not wanting Stiles to have silly thoughts about this all.

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totallynotrobin

"You already said no." Stiles responds softly, looking up at Peter with wide eyes. "You don't want me."

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burnedwolf

"Stiles..." Peter sighs and looks at the boy. "Did I say any of that? I didn't say I don't want you. If I could I'd ravish you here and now." Peter's voice is rough as he says that. "But I'm your therapist and I shouldn't violate your trust as such."

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totallynotrobin

Stiles squeaks a little, blinking at the man. "I - really?" There's a part of him that just can't believe Peter just said that to him.

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burnedwolf

Peter smirks, reaching out to caress Stiles' cheek. Oh, he would.

"Really." Peter repeats with a nod. "I can't continue working with you when all I want is... well, you." he mutters.

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totallynotrobin

Pink flush starts to spread over his cheeks, and Stiles almost eagerly leans into Peter's touch. "B-but that...that helps. I don't - I don't want to see another therapist."

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burnedwolf

"You will have to if you want me to stay with you like this. I know a few people who would take over." Peter speaks, adoring the blush on Stiles' face.

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totallynotrobin

"I can't," Stiles says softly, nuzzling Peter's fingers. "Please. Don't make me. I - we don't have to tell anyone. I can't..." It took so much to get even this far. He can't go to another therapist. He just wants Peter.

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burnedwolf

Peter sighs, expecting this to happen. It was difficult to open Stiles up to this point, going to someone new would really break that. But after this Peter is not sure he can keep his hands away from Stiles.

"Stiles." he starts, moving closer and making the boy look at him again. "I could lose my job and I they can send me to prison for this. Are you sure you can keep this a secret? And are you sure you want this?"

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totallynotrobin

Stiles nods, eyes shining as he looks up at Peter. Is he really - does he mean that? "I don't want to get you in trouble. I can keep it a secret, I swear."

He bites his lip, fingers curling around the therapist's. He's a classic case, but something is catching Peter too. "Yes. I do."

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burnedwolf

Peter isn't a good person, not when he's tempted. Even with the risk of dating a damanged teenager who is supposed to be his patient.

"Oh you barely know what you accepted to." Peter whispers, but leans over to catch those lips with his again.

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totallynotrobin

Stiles squeaks against Peter's mouth again and utterly melts, pressing eagerly into the affection. It's so...god, it feels good. To be held and kissed like that...he's never had that before. Not before the incident, and certainly not after. He craves it ravenously, and Stiles would agree to just about anything to have it. And if he gets Peter with that? Absolutely a bonus.

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burnedwolf

Peter knows Stiles' eagerness comes from being touch deprived and he's denied so many things from himself even. He should feel guilty about it, but all he can think of how cute and delicious Stiles will feel against him.

"What do you want, Stiles?" Peter asks quietly, pulling away just a little.

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totallynotrobin

"You," Stiles breathes, pressing close against Peter's chest. "Just let me stay..." Lips pass gently over Peter's jawline.

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burnedwolf

Peter chuckles, tilting his head into Stiles' kisses.

"Alright, I don't have anyone after this, we can stay a bit longer." he mutters and takes Stiles' hand to pull him up from the chair. "Continuing this on the couch would be more comfortable, don't you think?"