A/N: Another chapter for ya! :) If you read, please review.
Love,
Anneryn
Summary: Peter is asked to keep an eye on Stiles, when virgins are being killed. He gets tired of waiting outside his window and finds new ways to occupy his time.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Five:
I fidgeted around my room and tried to ignore the fact that Peter was perched outside of my bedroom window. Seriously, though, how is someone just supposed to ignore something like that and just go about his or her day?! You can't! It's weird and distracting and… I can't hide the fact that I get horny as fuck whenever he's around, either.
Maybe I should just go to sleep. If I sleep, then I can't embarrass myself anymore than I normally do. Yeah, that's a good idea. I'm gonna do that. That'll work. It has to. Right?
I went into the bathroom and changed into a pair of pajama pants and threw my clothes on the floor. I threw myself onto my bed and turned out the light. I jumped when I saw a pair of glowing blue eyes staring at me, from outside the window. Yup. That's not creepy. Not at all. Nope. God, I'm going to have nightmares.
I groaned as I felt heat on my groan. I bucked my hips, trying to get more of the sensation. I gasped and fisted the sheets underneath me. I opened my eyes and tried to figure out if I was still dreaming, or not. I leaned up enough to see Peter sucking on my length. The sight alone was almost enough to make me finish.
"Peter?" I gasped. He moved his mouth off of me and smirked. "Wh-what are you doing?" I asked him, breathlessly. He started to stroke me with his hand.
"I got bored. I thought I'd entertainment in more interesting ways." He winked, before replacing his fingers with his mouth. He engulfed me and I swear I saw stars.
"Peter, if you don't stop I'm gonna…" I breathed. "Peter," I whined.
"That's the idea." He mused, lifting his mouth just long enough to get his words out. He sucked particularly hard and I came.
"Peter!" I grunted.
"Hey kid, are you up? I thought I heard…" My dad's voice filled my ears and I sat up, trying to override just how wrecked I felt.
"Dad… it's not what it looks like." I scrambled to come up with a lie, but fell short. My dad pulled out his gun and aimed it Peter.
"Get the fuck off of my son, or I will shoot you." Dad cocked his gun, to make his point. Peter just smiled carnally and winked at me.
"I'll be seeing you, Stiles. Have a nice night, Sheriff." Peter bolted out the window and I threw a blanket over my nakedness.
"You want to explain that to me?" He asked me. I opened and closed my mouth. Well, shit.
"He gives really enthusiastic wake up calls?"