Like predicted Talia had backed off by Thursday because other things needed her attention. However, Peter knew that his second date with Stiles would make her more curious again.
Stiles was right, he could just tell her, she knew that Stiles wasn't some teenager he was taking advantage of but she also knew Stiles' backstory. Stiles might be using him to get to the pack, Peter could almost hear his sister's voice. He would be lying if he said that thought hadn't crossed his mind but he'd dismissed that idea a while ago. If Stiles wanted revenge, he would have gotten it ages ago. He could have sicced Derek on the pack and Stiles had admitted that it had been something he'd been thinking of, maybe was still thinking of today, but he hadn't.
And Stiles had admitted that he'd been to the Hale house over the years, watching them from afar. Stiles had plenty of opportunities for revenge but instead, he'd kept to his side of the town and had ignored the Hales for the most part.
Peter got that Talia would think in that direction. Or he was just projecting because as the left hand it was his job to think in that direction. Maybe she would just point out that Stiles had suffered enough by their hands, he didn't need Peter to play with him. Peter hadn't been serious with anybody since Olivia and he didn't even know where he was heading with Stiles here so that was a valid point. Maybe he should let it be.
But Peter was a selfish bastard so he didn't tell Talia that it was Stiles he was seeing and he didn't tell her where he was going when he left the house before dinner on Thursday.
They had agreed that he would bring food so Peter made a little detour to get that and then he was standing at the sheriff's door again. Across the lawn, he spotted the neighbor's dog who was snarling at him but didn't dare to come closer. Peter let out a warning growl to which the dog yelped and ran back to the house.
"Are you threatening the neighbors' dog?" Stiles had opened the door just at the right moment.
Peter cleared his throat.
"I brought food." He held up the bag in question.
"Sweet." Stiles stepped aside to let him. "By the way, is that a thing with you wolves?"
"What's a thing?" Peter walked over to the kitchen to set out the food while it was still hot. "And you wolves? That's just rude. We're not wolves."
"The thing with providing for your partner. Mate. Is mate a thing? Am I your mate? Are you courting me with food?" The questions just bubbled out of Stiles, Peter wasn't even sure if any of those were serious. "Sorry, I know about werewolves but on the other hand, I don't know about you. Like at all, you know?"
Peter handed him his food and indicated him to follow him out to the living room. Looked like they were about to have a serious conversation over dinner, better get comfortable for that.
"We like to take care of each other," Peter said and took his first bite. He didn't have Greek in way too long. "If a pack member is in distress or not feeling well, the others want to make it better."
"Like a big family," Stiles agreed.
"Humans and werewolves are not that much different," Peter said, watching him closely. "We're just a tighter knit."
"Sounds nice." Stiles stabbed a piece of meat with his fork. "Having a family like that."
There was a dark shadow in his eyes for a second but then he shook it off.
"Sorry, I'm killing the mood here." Stiles gave him a small smile. "So what about the other thing? Are you courting me with the food?"
"I want to have dinner with you," Peter answered. "I don't see anything wrong with that. And no, we don't have mates and we don't mate for life. Talia is divorced."
"I know," Stiles said with puffed-out cheeks. He was digging into his food for real now. "Was wondering about that. This is good, where did you get it? I didn't even know we have a Greek place in town. Let alone a good one."
"I'll show you," Peter promised. "I can take you out next time."
Stiles nodded to that, unable to speak around too much food stuffed in his mouth.
"But we have to be careful," Stiles said once he was able to speak again. "Met Cora at the mall yesterday, she was asking about my age. Didn't believe me when I told her that I'm eighteen. Which would still be a bit young for you because you're what? Forty?"
"Excuse me?" Peter put down his fork. "I'm thirty-six."
"Still way too young for me. You're basically jail bait." Stiles bit into a dolma. "We have quite an age gap, what will people think?"
Peter glared at him but couldn't help the amused smile tugging at his lips. He reached for his glass of wine because Greek food had to go with red wine. Stiles had wrinkled his nose when he'd seen the bottle but once he'd tasted it, he seemed to like it.
"Oh, by the way." Stiles got more serious. "Saw a hunter at the mall as well."
That made Peter pause.
"You sure it was a hunter?"
"He was talking about wolfsbane bullets on the phone." Stiles nodded. "Pretty sure he was a hunter."
Peter put down his glass and got his phone out. "Was it one of these two?"
"Yep, that one." Stiles tapped at the screen when Peter showed him the second picture. "Didn't get much of what he was talking about but he mentioned a guy named Argent."
"I can work with that."
"Followed him out to the parking lot," Stiles continued. "If you say pretty please I have a license plate and a name for you."
"You did what? Are you insane? He's a hunter." Peter couldn't believe it. "You don't just follow a hunter, he's dangerous."
Peter didn't want to think about what might have happened if Stiles had gotten caught. Hunters were not known for caring about things like collateral damage. If Stiles got too nosy it was quite possible that they would do something about him. With any luck, they would try to scare him off first.
"Down, boy." Stiles laughed at him. "I'm just a teenager, engrossed in my phone. I'm invisible."
"Still."
"Anyway. He was coming out of a store with sporting goods but I don't know if he bought anything. He was talking about ammunition not doing shit and that that Argent guy should hurry with the wolfsbane bullets," Stiles recapped his encounter. "The way he carried himself I'd say he was packing. From the store, he went straight out to the parking lot, no stops and he wasn't talking to anybody. Got his license plate and because I'm such a nice guy I let John run it for you."
Peter just stared at him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss him or rip him a new one.
"So, what's that information worth to you?" Stiles popped the second half of the dolma into his mouth.
"What do you want?" Peter asked not sure if Stiles was joking or not.
"Five hundred bucks."
"A man who knows his worth." Peter gave him a nod of respect. "I don't have that much on me. Do you take I.O.U.s?"
"Heard the Hales always pay their debts." Stiles gave him a look but handed over a folded piece of paper.
"Thank you."
They finished their dinner, now with lighter topics, and then Stiles set everything up for the movie. To his surprise, Peter was looking forward to it. Not exactly to the movie, he'd liked the first one and he would enjoy this one as well, he didn't doubt that, but what he really was looking forward to was Stiles. He was always in motion, a fiddler by nature. But the way he'd been living the movie with shout-outs, a constant commentary, and with how he'd been watching Peter whenever one of his favorite scenes was about to come up, Peter liked that.
Usually, he hated people who couldn't watch a movie without disturbing the others but it was different with Stiles. He had a way that made Peter like to listen to his run-on commentary.
Peter had been smart and hadn't brought candy this time but they had popcorn and chips and the rest of the wine, they were set for now. Stiles started the movie and Peter sat back to enjoy the show.
Over the credits, Stiles asked if he'd liked it and what he'd liked the most. They almost missed the after credit scene because by then Stiles' was ankle deep in some meta-theory the fans had come up with. Peter didn't understand all of it, he was lacking quite some backstory here, but he enjoyed discussing this with Stiles.
Stiles had long turned off the TV and they were still talking about Marvel. Somehow they had moved on to the differences between the comic universe and the movie universe and apparently there were even different universes in the comics which made sense given for how long some of the series had been around. Peter had never been into comics, he wouldn't know, but Stiles knew some pretty obscure details.
"Admit it, I'm boring you with this." Stiles stopped when his current argument had come to a closing point.
"Absolutely not. Consider me quite entertained." Peter meant it.
"And now you're mocking me." Stiles threw up his hands. "I can't help it. You might not remember it but there's been a time without computers and cell phones, TVs were in black and white and not everybody had one."
"I do remember those times," Peter corrected him. He didn't remember the black and white TV but he did remember his father ranting about wasting time and money when he'd brought home his first computer. Teenagers considered him old.
"Anyway, not much in terms of entertainment back then," Stiles continued. "So I read comic books. I could make a fortune if I'd kept all of them." He sighed in regret. "For years it was my obsession, still is. Kind of. Sue me, I like comic books."
"Not judging." Peter raised his hands in defense. "I like seeing you being passionate about something."
"What else do you like about me?" Stiles fluttered his eyelashes at him but it looked more as if he'd caught something in his eye.
"Smooth, Stiles, really smooth." Peter shook his head and reached for the bottle of wine. He divided what little that was left into their glasses.
"Hey, it's Netflix and chill," Stiles protested. "We did the Netflix part. So you can either listen to me ranting about Iron Man for the next hour or we move on to the chill part. Your decision."
"I like to listen to you," Peter said and set back with his glass, an expecting look at Stiles.
"I'm warning you, I can do this for hours."
"Not doubting that." Peter raised his glass and took a sip. He stayed relaxed and almost bored on the outside but on the inside, Stiles' scent made his mouth water. Over the last few minutes, the excitement for the movie had changed into another kind of excitement. Stiles was horny, there was no other way to put it.
"Or I can come over there and kiss that stupid smile off your face." Stiles tried a more direct approach.
"I have no doubt about that either." Peter swirled the last bit of wine around the glass before he finished it and put the glass aside.
Stiles had enough of his games. With a frustrated noise, he came over and smacked their lips together. Teeth clicked against teeth but Stiles was determined.
"I want you to mount me and I want you to do that shifted." Stiles threw Peter's words from the other day back at him. "And I want that now."
"We should move this over to your bed, then," Peter decided.
"Whatever." Stiles chased his mouth again. "I want you naked and I want your dick in my ass as quickly as possible."
"Who said something about quick?" Peter raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm going to make you beg for it."
"I'm begging now." Done with waiting Stiles sneaked a hand between them and palmed him through his pants.
"Not nearly enough."
