Summary: AU. Stiles takes a shower and Peter decides to watch him.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Two:
"Tell me, Stiles… Do you always dance in the shower?" A voice said from behind me. I jumped and started to fall backwards. My foot slipped on the wet bathroom floor and I flailed around for something to hold onto. Strong hands steadied me, before I could actually hit the ground. My eyes flitted up and landed on Peter.
"Peter? Wh-why… Most people have boundaries! And knock! Why were you watching me shower?! It's creepy!" I exclaimed. Peter looked at me like I was the tallest glass of water and he hadn't had anything to drink in days. I gulped when I realized that the towel that had been around my waist fell to the floor, when I fell.
"I got bored waiting in your room." He replied, simply, like creeping on someone while they're bathing is no big deal. I blanched and my jaw dropped.
"You're worse than a freaking peeping tom. Oh, my God. You're a peeping Peter!" I told him. He smirked at my outburst.
"I've been called worse. And really, it's such a small price to pay to see you naked." He brushed off the insult and gazed down my body in obvious appreciation. I tried to fight the blush that was rising in my face. How do I even get into these situations? I mean, seriously?!
"Uh, I need to, um. Yeah, I'm just gonna go back to my room and get dressed." I told him, before I tried to move out of his grip. He just stepped closer to me and moved his arms around me, holding me in place.
"Or, you could stay here… with me… in the bathroom… and we could occupy ourselves. What do you say, Stiles? Haven't you ever wanted to play with the big, bad wolf?" Peter asked me. He leaned forward and started sucking on my neck. I groaned as I felt his teeth graze my skin. I bucked my hips forward, unable to help myself. "Maybe I'd even let you wear that red hoodie of yours, and you could be my little red riding hood." He added. My moved his hand to my backside, before squeezing it.
"Peter," I breathed. His eyes flashed unnaturally blue and I decided to take a chance. I moved a hand behind his head and pulled his mouth to mine. I kissed him with a desperate need to feel him against me.
He reached a hand in between our bodies and gripped my growing erection. I hissed against his mouth and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. He started pumping me and moving his tongue skillfully against mine. God. He moved his hand faster and sinfully. I gripped his shoulder and came all over his hand. I moved my mouth away from his, struggling to breathe.
"Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are, Stiles? I bet you taste just as good as you look." He whispered in my ear. He moved a finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. I moaned. I was horny all over again. "Tell me, Little Red… Have you ever had anyone eat you, before?"
"Peter, I asked you to bring Stiles to the pack meeting an hour ago! Do you proposition all minors or only him?!" Derek yelled from outside the bathroom. I paled and covered my face with my hands. Peter's smirk only grew.
"Stiles is an exception, Nephew… my exception."