When Peter entered the cabin and found a shivering heap of blankets, he feared the worst. But it only took a little bit of coaxing until Stiles stretched out next to him. From there it didn't take long until they were exchanging chocolaty kisses.
Stiles had stopped shivering, maybe the sugar actually did help, but there was still a tension in his body which told Peter that Stiles was not okay. He hadn't been okay for a long time but he'd managed. However, Peter had seen how close to the surface the dark things were. It hadn't taken much to throw Stiles off and what had happened today had made it worse.
"What do you need?" Peter asked and fed him another piece of chocolate.
Stiles caught his fingertips playfully between his lips but then he was chewing on the chocolate with a thoughtful expression.
"I don't know," Stiles finally admitted. "I just don't want to be alone."
"I'm here," Peter assured him. "I'll stay as long as you need me."
"What happened while I was under?" Stiles traced a finger along the collar of Peter's shirt. A V-neck, Stiles was very fond of those, Peter had noticed, but at the moment it looked more as if Stiles needed to busy his fingers and was not trying to start something here.
Peter stretched out again and drew him close until they were lying flush together, Stiles' head on his shoulder. Looking up at the ceiling Peter searched for the right words while Stiles kept playing with his collar.
"Derek almost drowned Boyd and Erica," Peter started which got him a snort from Stiles but nothing else. Stiles just kept tracing along his collar bone, too still and quiet, so Peter kept talking. It was more to fill the silence and to keep the thoughts at bay, Peter got that, but he didn't mind. It helped to sort his own mind.
"I had to tell my family about you and Derek," Peter came to the part he dreaded. "Boyd's and Erica's story wouldn't have made sense otherwise."
To that Stiles let out a hum and snuggled more firmly into him.
"I hope that was okay." Peter slung his arms around him more tightly and Stiles just melted into him. Looked like they were still good but Peter needed to hear it.
"You had to tell them sooner or later," Stiles said into his chest. "That or we would have to break up and I don't want that. I kind of like you." At that Stiles craned his neck to look at him.
"I kind of like you as well." Peter used the chance to steal a kiss. He'd never pegged himself for the sappy kind but tonight Stiles needed all the sappiness he could get.
"Why does a guy have to come with a family?" Stiles asked in a suffering tone.
"Your family is a lake creature and the sheriff," Peter reminded him. "You should consider yourself lucky that you only have to deal with a pack of werewolves."
"I think you got the better deal. Derek is totally chill and John loves you. You've been working together all day."
Stiles had a point there.
"You haven't even met my family," Peter said.
"I've met your alpha and she's scary as fuck," Stiles reminded him. "And Cora is taking after her mother. Can't say much about Boyd and Erica but they were the ones who dragged me out to the bleachers to interrogate me which was the only reason I even got into this whole mess."
"I'm sorry this happened to you." Peter squeezed him gently to get that point across. "But I'm kind of glad that you were with them. I don't know if we would have gotten them back otherwise."
"Not in time." Stiles yawned into his chest.
"In time for what?"
"Dunno. But that guy said that you wouldn't find us in time." Stiles rubbed his cheek against the fabric of Peter's shirt. "No idea what they're planning. Maybe they'll reconsider since one of them is dead now." Stiles let out a low chuckle. "Can you imagine the face of the poor guy who came looking for his buddy?"
Peter had imagined that before and it was still an amusing thought.
"Can we just sic Derek on them?" Peter asked, only half-joking. He didn't know how Derek could find somebody but he didn't have a problem finding Stiles and he had sneaked into Peter's bathroom twice without anybody noticing.
"Tempting," Stiles agreed. "But no."
He'd sounded sleepy just seconds ago but now his voice was sharp and he pushed himself up to look Peter in the eye. "And you won't even suggest it to him, are we clear?"
Now Stiles was the one looking down on him and Peter had to struggle to hold his gaze. For once Stiles' age was visible in his eyes. Old eyes. Eyes that had seen too much.
Peter stopped struggling and broke eye contact. Averting Stiles' gaze he bared his throat. It seemed to be answer enough.
"Derek doesn't like killing." Stiles' voice became soft again. "Fucks him up every time." He paused, thinking. "Today was different, he had a reason to kill that guy. He saw me and he wanted to kill him. Not sure yet how he takes it, though."
"Okay."
With that out of the way, Stiles settled down again.
"I'm tired." He rubbed his cheek against Peter's chest. "But I doubt I'll be able to sleep tonight."
"We can just lie here," Peter offered. "Or I can help you relax. Whatever you want."
"Touch me?" Stiles asked quietly. "Make me feel good?"
"I can do that."
Peter took his time to first undress Stiles and then himself. Stiles was lying in a nest of blankets, his pale skin in stark contrast to the dark fabric framing his lean body. Peter admired the view for a moment but when he noticed that Stiles started to shiver again, he leaned in for a kiss.
"I won't hurt you," Peter promised. The last person who had touched Stiles had done nothing but hurt him and Peter did not blame Stiles when he flinched when Peter ghosted his fingertips along his flank.
"I'm fine," Stiles insisted. "All healed up."
That was true for his body, Peter could see that, but far from true for his mind. He didn't point that out, though.
Peter started to explore and caress every inch of smooth skin he could reach. This was not about getting off as quickly as possible, an orgasm would be nice for Stiles but it was not the main goal here. Peter wanted to make him feel good, to enjoy the touch without pain and fear.
Stiles wasn't even hard yet, his cock lying soft between his slightly spread legs, but they would get to that. Peter was not in a hurry, they had all night.
"Just relax and let me take care of you," Peter mumbled into Stiles' skin and to his surprise, Stiles did relax under his touch. With a sigh he sank back into the blankets and closed his eyes, willingly putting himself at Peter's mercy.
Peter had not thought that something that simple could be such a turn on for him but he felt his cock stiffening at the sight of Stiles lying bare and open under him, with his eyes closed and his head tilted to bare his throat. Peter doubted that the last part was something Stiles did on purpose but damn, it did something to Peter.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Peter sealed his lips over the pulse point. It would be so easy to slice the skin, to rip out his throat but instead, Peter suckled gently at the soft spot until a nice little hickey blossomed under the skin.
Stiles didn't answer. He just let out a content sigh and sank deeper into the blankets, letting Peter do whatever he wanted to do with him.
Peter took his time to lick and suck his way up and down Stiles' front, leaving little marks on his throat and teasing his nipples until Stiles whimpered when Peter flicked his tongue over the hard nub. He dipped into his navel and ran his fingers over his stomach. By now Stiles was hard, his cock standing proud with precome glistering in the slid but Peter bypassed it to caress the insides of Stiles' thighs and to bury his nose in the crease of his hip.
"You smell so good." Peter let his beard scratch over the soft skin with his words, making Stiles' shiver. "I wonder if you taste as good."
With the tip of a finger, he tapped the bead of precome, just the hint of a touch but it made Stiles' erection twitch in need. Peter licked the liquid off his finger.
"You do taste good. You should try it." He gathered some more and brought the pad of his finger to Stiles' lips. Obediently he suckled his own precome off Peter's finger. "Good, isn't it?"
"Please." Stiles finally broke down. He bucked his hips to get Peter's attention back down there but Peter was in no hurry. He kissed Stiles, chasing the taste of him.
When Peter finally took the tip of his erection between his lips, Stiles let out a strangled noise.
Peter gave the shaft the same attention he'd given Stiles' whole body, slowly exploring every inch of it, and it didn't take long to reduce Stiles to a writhing mess. By the time Peter let him come, Stiles was crying with frustration.
"Damn, I needed that." Still heaving Stiles was lying boneless in the crumbled nest of blankets but this time his body was truly relaxed. His eyes were dropping and he looked seconds from falling asleep.
"Think you can sleep now?" Peter stretched out next to him. He was still hard, he hadn't even paid any attention to his own needs but that was okay. But not for Stiles who reached out to close a loose hand around Peter's throbbing shaft.
"I want to fall asleep while you fuck me," Stiles told him and Peter had to take a few deep breaths to not come over Stiles' hand. Stiles let go of him and rolled to his front, legs parted in an invitation.
"I can do that." Peter got himself under control and reached for the lube.
Stiles actually did fall sleep while Peter was lazily fucking in and out of him but Peter kept going, slow and steady, until he spilled his release deep in Stiles. Draped over Stiles' back, Peter lay there for a moment longer, he wouldn't mind falling asleep like this either, still connected to Stiles in the most intimate way possible, but in the end, he gently pulled out and went to clean up. Stiles didn't even stir when Peter wiped off the traces of lube and semen but he did snuggle closer once Peter stretched out next to him again.
"Good night, Stiles." Peter brushed the hair out of Stiles' face before he closed his eyes with a content sigh.
They did not get a good night's sleep. Stiles became restless almost every hour, mumbling and whimpering in his sleep. Only once he actually woke up, with a gasp and flailing arms, Peter got smacked in the face with that. Peter held him until his heart-beat slowed down again and his body started to relax.
"Didn't mean to wake you," Stiles said meekly. He'd calmed down but he didn't sound as if he was about to go back to sleep, though.
"It's okay." Peter held him close. "I'm here."
Eventually, Stiles did fall asleep again but soon he was back to tossing and turning. Peter was almost glad when it was late enough to get up.
"Am I getting breakfast in bed?" Stiles asked. He was still lying naked between the blankets from where he was watching Peter who was trying to make coffee the old-fashioned way.
Peter hadn't bothered with clothes either and he was fully aware that Stiles was ogling his ass but his focus was more on not spilling boiling water over his dick.
"Don't get used to it." Peter threw him a glance.
"Should I go to school today?" Stiles asked out of the blue. "Should I even still go? I mean where is the point? Kate now knows that I'm with you." He paused. "With your pack, I mean, I doubt she knows that I'm with you personally."
"Not today," Peter interrupted the flood of words. "Boyd and Erica are taking today off as well."
"You think Kate will be back in school?" Stiles wondered. "I mean she's kind of busted now. Does she know that she's busted? You said her scent was not fresh, maybe she thinks that it has faded enough, that you wouldn't be able to pick it up."
"We'll see." Peter focused on the coffee and let Stiles' words wash over him.
"You know, I do kind of want to see her face when I show up at school." A dark smile spread over Stiles' face.
