Summary: Stiles needs a date to prom and doesn't know who to ask.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Sixteen:
I looked at my reflection in my bedroom mirror. Even I can admit that I look damn good. The tux I got for prom fits me like a glove. I went for classic black with a bow-tie. It's a classic for a reason.
"You should really dress up more often." A voice mused behind me. I jumped and started to fall, when hands reached out to steady me. I looked up and locked eyes with Peter.
"What are you doing here?! Breaking and entering is a crime – you know! I'm going to start making you were a freaking bell!" I exclaimed, clearly exasperated. Peter's smirk just grew.
"What fun would that be? If I told you when I was coming, would you dress up for me more often?" Peter asked me.
"I'm not even dressed up for you, to begin with." I grumbled.
"What a shame." He tutted. I rolled my eyes and became painfully aware that Peter's arms were still around me and he didn't seem to be in any hurry to move them.
"It's for prom. Ya know, it's a formal dance… I'm not sure they had them, when you were my age, since you're so old." I quipped. Peter's smirk became increasingly more predatory – something I didn't think was possible.
"Stiles, you would be surprised what I remember… There are perks that come with age. Tell me, sweetheart, would you rather spend time with a bumbling virgin or an experience lover? Why all the fuss? You were worried about something, Stiles. I can smell it. Don't bother lying to me. You know that I'll be able to tell." He pressed. I blushed and tried to reign in my embarrassment.
"I don't have a date, creeperwolf. Is that what you wanna here? I know that I look good, but what good does it do, if I just alone?" I snapped. Peter's hands found my waist and his eyes bore into mine.
"I'll take you, dear boy. No need to fret. Does taking you mean that I get to help you out of your tux, too?" Peter purred. Between Peter's words and his hands, I couldn't concentrate on much, other than the tightening of my pants.
"Um…" I breathed, unable to form a coherent thought.
"Say yes, sweetheart, and we can practice now." He insisted. I let out an involuntary moan, before Peter's lips covered my own. His tongue dipped into my mouth and
I pressed myself closer to him. His hands cupped my ass and he ground his pelvis against mine.
"Stiles! I know you're home! I saw your jeep outside! You gotta help me! My mom is working a double-shift at the hospital and I have no idea how to tie a tie!" Scott yelled. I could hear his voice getting steadily louder, so he must be getting closer.
"We should stop." I whispered, trying to pull away from Peter.
"Maybe if we're quiet, he'll leave." He suggested. Peter moved his mouth to my neck and I gasped.
"Stiles, where are you?" Scott asked, coming into my room. "Oh. You and Peter?"
"We'll continue this later, sweetheart. Text me, when he leaves." Peter decided, before kissing me one last time. He winked, as he walked out.
"Dude, what just happened?"
"Um… I found a date for prom?"