- Monday, 10th December 2012.
Stiles has spaced out most of the day and Scott found himself locking eyes with Isaac more than enough times. They both seemed to look at the other the moment Stiles said or did something out of the ordinary and he didn't want to think that Derek was the cause of all this so most of the time, he was looking for ways to help his best friend while it seems Isaac tried in his own odd way to cheer Stiles up. Talk of role reversal! Isaac was usually the broody -take -life -too -seriously one (at least ever since he came back from France) whereas Stiles was the direct and extreme opposite of that. Even Lydia had tried to pry some words out of Stiles but it seemed whenever Stiles was asked if he was okay, he gets a kick and suddenly becomes his usual self. For a while.
They didn't have their last class of the day together and it seemed Stiles had taken advantage of that to escape. He stood in the parking lot after school, looking around as students walked past and still no sign of Stiles from the people. "Are you looking for Stiles?" he heard Kira's mild, familiar voice from behind him and turned around, nodding. "Well he wasn't in class so I thought I should let you know."
"Thanks." Scott answered with a smile and under his breath; he called for Isaac who answered almost immediately.
"I think I found him. Yeah. Definitely. He's alone on the lacrosse field."
"Good. Now come back."
"Why?" the confusion was evident in Isaac's tone.
"Because if the problem is Derek related, then we must call him and let him take care of it once and for all."
"Yeah I guess that makes sense. Be there in a minute." Isaac says and takes one more look at Stiles' hunched form before getting back to Scott.
Peter had been lurking around the school all day and yes it was freakish to do but as much as he wanted to keep away from Stiles, he couldn't and the more Derek wants the human, the more he does too. He heard the conversation between Isaac and Scott and headed to the field. He knew Derek had gone to San Jose again and that gave him time to talk to the boy.
"You okay?" He asked, standing directly behind Stiles on the first row of the stands.
Stiles jumped. He hadn't been expecting any company and if at all, maybe Scott or Isaac but not Peter. "What are you doing here?"
"Asking if you're okay. Quite obviously." Peter answered him, seemingly unfazed by Stiles' reaction to his presence.
"I'm fine." Stiles says in a clipped tone and stood up, moving around the stands and heading through the path between the stands only to be stopped by Peter's hand on his. "Let me go."
"Why should I do that? You just lied to me Stiles. You feel terrible and I can smell it."
"well if it's such a terrible scent that I'm letting out why don't you save yourself the trouble and just leave?" Stiles protested weakly.
"I already told you. I want you... And a part of me wanting you is making sure you're okay. Always." Peter stepped closer to the boy although Stiles didn't seem to notice. Or maybe he just didn't mind.
"Well yes, I feel terrible and I blame you, you bastard! Why did you say all those things to me? I was happy with my life before you filled my head with nonsense!"
"Which part of it are you-"
"Everything! Everything you said to me."
"Stiles..." Peter's voice was not supposed to sound like that, Stiles was very sure of it but it did and for some reason, he found himself calming down, looking up into the older man's face. "I just want to make you feel better."
"No.. No you want me. The same way Derek wants me because that's all it is to you wolves. Who's asshole is tighter and which cumslut is more willing to bend over and let you fuck-" Peter's mouth on his swallowed the rest of his words before he could finish them and he stood frozen in place, unmoving while Peter's mouth captured his, burning with an intense feeling that trailed down to his groin before he could stop it but before he could push Peter off, the man was pulling back although not completely as his face lowered into the nook of Stiles' neck, scenting him.
Stiles shivered involuntarily at the new sensations and his hand moved up to clench at Peter's sides, fisting in his v- neck shirt. "Peter..." was that even his voice? He sounded... horny, wanting, desperate, seductive, sex starved and he realized perhaps there was a part of him that yearned for a careful touch like the one Peter was currently giving him.
"Shh... If you were mine, I'll take care of you, St-" was all Stiles could hear before Peter's words were cut short, followed by a loud bang which caused his eyes to snap open -when had they fluttered shut?- only to see Derek Hale looking down at him with a mixture of worry and concern hidden somewhere in his scowl. "What the hell did you think you were doing?!"
"I don't owe you anything! No explanations, no nothing so leave me alone!" Stiles screamed in Derek's face, so close to hysterics now.
"I'm not-"
"What? Going to allow me to do what I want? Not going to allow me to talk to whoever I please? well I'm sorry to upset you, mister, but I do what I want and you can't stop me!"
"Peter's dangerous, you idiot. Stop being so stubborn!"
"Oh really. So far, of the two of you, You're the one who made me feel less than shit and he's the one who made me feel good even for a moment because wait.. Yes you had to come in and fucking ruin my mood!" his fist hit hard against Derek's chest and the wolf caught it, pulling him close into a hug, his chin resting solemnly at the top of Stiles' head till the boy's trembling calmed down. It felt like hours and it might have been considering when Stiles pulled back from Derek's warm embrace, he saw that the sun was setting in the far horizon. "Come on, I'll drive you home." Derek offered.
"No you don't have to. My jeep's in the parking lot. See you around, Derek." and then he was heading briskly towards the parking lot and to his jeep. He paused when he felt his phone beep with a message and pulled it out thinking it was Scott only to see:
- Unknown Number (18:04): It's me, Peter and before you delete this, hear me out. I promised to make you feel better which is why I'm going to tell you this in spite of the implications. Derek cares for you. It's not just sex for him because I know my nephew more than anyone. He is incapable of engaging in casual sex and he doesn't get this worked up over someone he doesn't like. Maybe he's confused. Or he has his own reasons. Either way, be patient with him.-
Stiles didn't know what to think about all that and kept walking to his jeep, his phone still in his hand. He typed in a reply when he was finally seated comfortably in his jeep, after deleting all the ones he had written prior and instead went with.
- Stiles (18:11): Do I even wanna know how you got my number?-
He stored Peter's number onto his phone just as a message popped up.
- Peter (18:11): I have my ways.-
- Stiles (18:12): stalker much?-
- Peter (18:13): only when I'm interested.-
- Peter (18:13): did you store my number yet?-
- Stiles (18:14): yeah.-
- Peter (18:15): good. Drive safely.-
Stiles sat in his jeep, a surreal feeling settling in his gut as he read through the conversation over and over again.
After a while, he dumped the phone in the back seat and drove himself home.