By Saturday Peter only had gotten a half-baked kind of apology from Kali and that she was still looking into this but had he considered having a closer look at Braeden?

Peter got it. He had done business with Deucalion before but not that often. He'd just decided to strengthen his network around here and Braeden was a stranger to them. It was her word against Ennis' and for all Peter knew Ennis had earned his trust in the organization. Of course, their first reflex was to blame this on Braeden and with that on Peter.

Coach seemed to have a good enough standing with Deucalion to be above suspicion. His first thought when he'd needed a driver had been to call Kali after all.

It didn't sit right with Peter and he would have loved to have a word with this Ennis guy himself but he needed to be careful if he didn't want to get on Deucalion's bad side. So he told Kali that he would talk to Braeden, which he didn't intend to do he already heard her side of the story, and to wait for what Kali might find out on her end. Kali had no intention of digging into this, that much was clear but Peter decided to play nice and give her a few days to get back to him. It wouldn't hurt to have a closer look at Ennis, though.

Peter spent most of Saturday in his car, checking out locations he knew belonged to Deucalion. He didn't see Ennis but he did gather some information. He also called a few of his contacts to get a better picture of what he was dealing with.

Turned out that Ennis wasn't even in New York.

"Not suspicious at all," Peter said to himself and leaned back in the seat of his car. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, he thought about what that might mean. Either Kali wanted Ennis out of Peter's reach or he was on the run. What Ennis had stolen from Peter would last him a week so it was unlikely that he was on the run because of that. At least if that was all he had taken with him. Peter didn't know him so he didn't know if Ennis had gotten greedy on other occasions as well. If so Kali might want to deal with him discretely. But then she could have just reimbursed Peter to get him out of her hair.

On the other hand, as flattering as the thought might be, Peter wasn't a big player around here. He doubted that he was enough of a threat for Kali to feel the need to get her guy to safety.

He wouldn't solve this mystery today so Peter started the car and drove back to his hotel. He had a date with Stiles later and he wanted to have a shower before that.

Cheese or no cheese?

Definitely cheese, came Stiles' prompt answer.

Why do I even ask? Peter wondered which Stiles answered with a grinning emoji.

Peter had everything ready by the time Stiles came over but he wasn't sure if he was in the mood for this. Spending the evening with Stiles might be just the right distraction but Peter couldn't turn the thoughts off. Which was stupid. This was hardly a problem, it was a mild inconvenience, more annoying than anything but for some stupid reason, he couldn't let go.

"Busy day?" Stiles threw him a glance between two bites of cracker topped with too much cheese.

"Kind of." Peter reached for a piece of bread. He hadn't eaten much all day and he needed some energy if he wanted to keep up with Stiles who was brimming with excitement. He had greeted Peter with a heated kiss and Peter was sure that he'd intended to get fucked against the wall right there but then he'd spotted the cheese platter.

"You seem distracted." Stiles made a point of putting a good chunk of cheese on the piece of bread Peter still had loosely in his hand.

"Sorry, it's just …" With his free hand Peter pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We don't have to do this." Stiles watched him until Peter took a bite. "I can demolish this on my own if I have to." He gestured over the barely touched assortment of cheese and other goods. "And then I can leave. I would be lying if I said that I wouldn't be disappointed, I was looking forward to spending time with you but if you're not in the mood …"

"It's not that." Peter shook his head. Making up his mind, he finished the bread he had in hand and reached for the grapes. "I just need a moment to get into this. Let's eat and then we'll see."

"We can do that," Stiles agreed easily.

They ate in silence, only interrupted by Stiles' comments on the cheese and his pornographic sounds when something delicious hit his taste buds. It didn't take long for Peter to shake off what was bothering him and focus on the here and now. It did help that his time with Stiles was separate from the world out there. They were in their own little bubble. Stiles had made it clear from the very beginning to not bring anything personal into this and today Peter was the one who benefited from it the most. He needed distraction but he didn't want to talk about what he needed to get distracted from. He would not bring Stiles and for sure Derek into this. Even if he had the suspicion that Stiles was somebody he could call if he ever needed help getting rid of a body.

"Earth to Peter." Stiles waved his hand in front of Peter's face.

"Sorry." Peter blinked to bring things back into focus. "I don't even know …"

"I can see that." Stiles studied him for a long moment. "Did something happen?" Breaking his own code Stiles gave him an opening.

"A little stress with a business partner." Giving up on the food, Peter leaned back in his seat. "Nothing serious."

"But enough to bother you," Stiles observed. Chewing on another piece of cheese he kept his eyes on Peter. Weighting, analyzing. "I don't even know what you do for a living."

"That's a personal question, we agreed to leave those out of here," Peter reminded him.

"My dad is a sheriff, why do I get the feeling that I should ask him to run your name?" Stiles narrowed his eyes at him and Peter wasn't sure if he was joking or not. Not that there was much to find. He did have his run-ins with the law but so far nothing had stuck. Maybe he'd been lucky with not staying in one place for too long but he'd never done jail time and there were no open warrants out on him.

"You want to know about my speeding tickets?" Peter asked, amused.

"Honestly, I don't care if you're wanted for murder." Stiles licked his lips. "At least not here, not today."

"It would turn you on." Peter followed the movement of Stiles' tongue over his lips with his eyes. It left a shiny trace. "You like the bad boys."

Derek had mellowed out and he dared to show his softer side now, maybe thanks to Stiles, but as a teenager and in the years following the fire, he'd retreated into the bad boy image. It had been his defense against the world. He'd still been in his rebellious phase when Peter had lost contact with him but that must have been around the time he'd met Stiles.

"I might have a type." Stiles gave him a hungry look. "I want to kiss you."

Instead of an answer Peter closed the distance between them and met him in a hungry kiss. Teeth clicked together but neither of them shied back. Peter nipped at Stiles' bottom lip until he tasted blood. Or was it his? Stiles was not holding back either.

"Need it rough?" Stiles asked between heated kisses, his hand fisting Peter's hair. "Want to let out all that frustration?"

As an answer Peter bit along the line of Stiles' neck, leaving a trail of red marks.

"Dammit, Peter." Stiles hissed in pain but angled his head to give him better access.

"Get on your knees." Peter almost shoved Stiles off the couch in his haste to get him down there but he needed this. A minute ago he'd not been sure if he shouldn't call this off but now he needed Stiles' mouth on his dick.

"Want to fuck my face?" Stiles slid between his open legs and reached for the button of his jeans. "Want to make me hoarse again?"

Peter lifted his butt to get his jeans and underwear down far enough to free his by now half-hard dick. They would get to the undressing part later, right now he needed it fast and dirty.

"Make it deep and sloppy," Peter told him, hands already resting on Stiles' head, ready to make him take it.

"That I can do." Stiles gave his growing erection a broad lick before he closed his lips around the tip. Testing the waters Stiles went down on him slowly but it only took a few bobs of his head before he went down on Peter in earnest. He didn't try to draw this out with his clever tongue, that was for another time when Peter didn't need to fuck out all his frustration. When Peter forced him to take him deeper, Stiles didn't fight him and just relaxed his throat for him. Clinging to Peter's legs Stiles hung on for the ride and it didn't take long for Peter to shoot his load deep in his throat. The muscles spasmed around him, milking every last drop out of him, and Peter held Stiles firmly in place until the vibrations of him choking on his dick became too much.

Gasping for air, Stiles came up, his face smeared with saliva, come, and tears.

"You okay?" Peter asked when Stiles braced his hands on his knees with his head hanging and his breaths coming out in shallow puffs.

"Give me a second," Stiles said, his voice raspy and a string of Peter's come hanging from his lips. He wiped it off with his sleeve but didn't lift his head, his breathing still labored.

Peter watched him with a worried eye. He'd wanted it rough but he had not wanted to hurt Stiles.

"Water?" He offered him a glass which Stiles took with a nod. Looked as if he did not trust his voice just yet. He chucked it down in big gulps which ended in a coughing fit.

"Better?" Peter asked when the coughing stopped and Stiles leaned his head against his knee. He was still kneeling between his spread legs but he seemed content there.

"I'm fine," Stiles assured him. "I like it when you go rough on me." He angled his head to look up at Peter.

"Good to know." Peter ruffled his hair which got him one of those broad grins. Stiles had a glint in his eyes that made Peter almost dare the answer to his next question: "What do you want to do now?"

So far this had been about Peter, Stiles hadn't gotten anything out of this.

"I want to get my mouth back on you and suck you to full hardness again." Stiles cupped his spent junk in his hand. His dick was still sticky with come and saliva. "Then I want to ride you right here on the couch. I want to ride you hard and fast until I come all over you."

"I'm not sure if I'm up to that just yet." With the worry about Stiles gone, the aftermath of his orgasm caught up with Peter and suddenly he felt tired.

"Oh, I can make you up for it."

"That sounds like a threat." Peter gave him an amused look but was met with a hard glare.

"It is."

When Stiles was done with him, Peter needed his help to get over to the bed for a nap. They might go for a second round later but right now Peter was just wrung out and tired but in a good way. A very good way.

Stiles snuggled up to him and they drifted off to sleep like that.

Peter's phone woke them up way too soon.

"What the fuck?" Stiles mumbled. "Who's calling you in the middle of the night?" He was talking more into the pillow than to Peter not that Peter was awake either. He fumbled blindly for his phone but when he saw the name on the display, he snapped awake.

"Braeden?" He asked the second the call connected.

"Peter," she said, her voice pressed but in clear relief that she'd reached him. "I got shot."