Background: When Stiles gets stranded in the middle of nowhere, when his jeep breaks down, only one person answers his call – Peter.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Ten:
I let out a sigh of relief, when I saw Peter pull up in his car. He actually came. I wasn't sure that he would, even though he told me that he was going to. No one else answered their phones. I've been stuck here for hours. The jeep finally died. There's no way that I could tell my dad. He's stressed out enough as it is. I don't want him to end up in the hospital because of me. We can't afford this. I have no idea where I'm going to get the money to pay for this… No one is even hiring in town. I'm just fucked. Fuck my life.
"Stiles, there you are. Don't worry about the jeep. I called a tow-truck. It should be here in about an hour." Peter assured me, as he walked over to me. I nodded, not really sure what to say.
"Look, I appreciate it, Peter. I really do, but I can't pay for it. I'm tapped out. My family… My dad and I… We're so beyond broke. Eichen House forgave our debt, but we're still drowning in hospital bills. There's just no way that I can pay for this… for any of this…" My voice broke. I hate that Peter of all people is going to see me break down. I can't handle it, but I can't really stop it, either.
"Stiles, hey, sweetheart, come here." Peter pulled me into his arms and for some reason, I let him. "Don't worry about the tow-truck. I can cover the cost. It's not a big deal, Stiles. I have more money than I know what to do with. And if things are as tight as you say they are, I can cover the repairs to your jeep or we can find a way for you to get a new car." He offered. Did I really just hear him right?
"What? No way, Peter. You don't even like me. There's no way that I could let you do that." I declined his generous offer. Even if I was tempted to take it, and I was, nothing comes for free. Everything has strings. I can only imagine what Peter's would be.
"Nonsense, I never said that I didn't like you. When I asked you if you wanted the bite and you declined, I respected your decision. You're the only one I did that for and I was insane." He mused. I looked up at him in confusion. Was that supposed to reassuring or something? Because damn, he's really bad at this! "Just say yes and it'll be fine. I have no problems taking care of you financially, sweetheart. And if it makes you feel any better, we could come to some sort of an arrangement." He suggested. Did I hear him right?
"An arrangement?" I echoed. He nodded and crept closer to me. He touched his lips to mine and I froze. It wasn't at all what I expected. But really, I'm not sure what I expected, to be honest. I couldn't think about anything else, once his lips were on mine. I just wanted Peter. He nipped at my bottom lip, until I parted my lips for him. He slipped his tongue inside of my mouth and I swear I started to melt against him. I felt one of his hands graze my butt and hold me even closer to him.
"I can be your sugar daddy, kitten." Peter whispered. I blinked at stared up at him, knowing that I must look wrecked. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for and I can have you all to myself. You're eighteen, so your age isn't an issue. I have no problems committing to you, sweetheart. No one has to know about our arrangement. We'll just tell the others that we're dating. They needn't know about the money." Peter purred. He was rubbing my shoulders and I was finding it impossible to concentrate. It sounds so good – so tempting. What's the worst that could happen? Honestly?
"A boyfriend with an allowance," I summarized. Peter nodded, before claiming my lips with his own, again. God, I really want this. "Okay." I murmured, against his lips.
"You won't be sorry, sweetheart." He smirked, before backing me up against now dead jeep. I groaned as he felt me up over my clothes. He started sucking on my neck, when my phone started going off. I jumped and tried to fish my phone out of my pocket. It's Scott.
"H-hey buddy," I answered. Peter just smirked and rolled his hips against mine.
"Hey Stiles, I'm sorry man. My phone died and I just got your message." He apologized. I had to literally bite down on my tongue, to keep from moaning into the phone.
"It's fine, big guy. Really, no worries. Peter just got here. He's waiting with me, until the tow truck gets here, which should be anytime now. I'll call you, when I get home. Okay, buddy? I'll let you know, when I get home safe." I promised him.
"Peter? Really? Okay, man. I'll talk to you then. But for real, though, call me if you need anything, okay?" He added.
"I promise." I agreed, before hanging up.
"So kitten, now that you've agreed to be mine, what should we do with the time?" Peter asked me. As soon as the words left his mouth, the tow truck showed up. Saved by the metaphorical bell.