Spell of Forthcoming's Spent

Chapter 6: The Sex Scene

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, or the Characters.

Peter sat on the sofa, the empty popcorn bowl in his lap as he leaned into John. They were watching Grease. It was nearing the end of the movie and Danny had just fallen to the ground starting the song 'You're the One that I Want.' Peter loved this song.

As the movie began to roll credits, John leaned in and blew on his ear. "You know we still have two hours before Melissa calls to tell me that Stiles wants to come home."

Peter turned to him, "I thought he was spending the night at Scott's place?"

John smiled, "Oh he is, but Stiles does this thing where if he knows I'm not working the night I ship him over to the McCall's he calls roughly around 10:30pm saying he's having nightmares. He isn't, not the kind that he remembers afterwards anyway. He just can't stand being away from me on nights he doesn't have to. Once Melissa didn't let him call and tried to tell him I was working. I wasn't I just wanted a night to myself. And he waited till she was asleep and snuck down to the kitchen to call me at midnight."

"He is such a darling boy," Peter smiled.

"He's a little pest." John laughed.

"He's a darling boy," Peter shot back at John's laugh. "And he takes after you my big strong man." He crawled into John's lap. John grinned against his lips.

"Is that right," John asked, pulled Peter in closer.

"Mmm," Peter murmured kissing down John's neck.

"I love how much you love him," John lifted Peter to face him, "I love you Peter."

Peter froze for a second and then his arms swung up and around John's neck hugging him tight. "I-I love you too." Peter nuzzled John's neck and looked up at him, "Would you like to take this upstairs?" Peter hummed, "We still have a bit before Stiles comes home."

John looked down at him and smiled, "Really. Now?"

Peter nodded, and got up from the couch, holding out his hand for John to take. They had been dating for over four months and hadn't moved past heavy petting. Either not having the time, or not really being ready to go further than that, or maybe a combination of the two.

Peter stood with John there in the living room. John was taller than him by a good four inches, and a little broader. He was such a handsome man. Holding onto John's hand he began the trek up the stairs and into John's bedroom. He had only been in here once before. He was watching Stiles and noticed that John had eight loads of laundry. So he had done the man's laundry because the man had worked a 45 hour week, and he could use a break. He hadn't tried to look around then, only putting the clean and folded cloths on the bed and leaving.

Now he had a chance to look around. It was painted in a light beige color, with coffee colored trim. His bedspread was burgundy, and the pillow a set of mix-matched reds. It was a very soothing room. Some of the pillows even looked like blood. He loved it.

Peter turned and was back up into the bed. John hovering over him. Peter divested his shirt and his pants as he went. Leaving his body bare for John to see. John had yet to take off his cloths or even touch his belt. He seemed like he wasn't able to really think, staring at Peter like he was the predator. John soaked him in, and then so slowly that he had Peter trembling, he began to undress.

Never before, had Peter been only the prey. Even before when he was being hunted, he was still very much a predator. But this man, this fragile human man, had him feeling every bit the prey. He never thought he would enjoy it so much. But in truth he loved it.

John let his pants fall to the floor then, completely naked for Peter to see, and crouched over his quivering body. Peter felt John's nose run from his collar bone to his ear, causing a ripple of shivers to inch up his spin. Peter sucked in a breath. A husky chuckle sounded in his ear.

"Oh my dear Peter, I have wanted to do this for so very long." John took hold of Peter's length, "You are very much a tease. But you know that already. The first time you were here, if I hadn't been sick I may have jumped you then. Leaning over me, into me, rubbing up against me." He stroked in time with his every word, squeezing him now.

"Nugah!" Peter moaned.

John raised his fingers to Peter's mouth. Peter sucked them in and John had to hold his every urge back when he saw Peter drool around them. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen and John groaned.

He pulled his fingers free and moved down Peter's body.

Peter loved the stretch and the burn. He felt himself open for John.

"John please," Peter begged. "Please!"

John leaned up and over Peter, opened his nightstand and grabbing a bottle of lube. Peter surged up off the bed and let out a strangled scream. John smirked. Peter was just so easy from him to read.

John took Peter hard then, and Peter loved every second of it.

Peter lay in John's arms basking. It had been so amazing. For their first time it had surpassed everything Peter thought it would. John had been gentle, but strong, he had devoured Peter but cherished him in the same breath. It hadn't been the first time that Peter had been with a man, but it had been the first time that Peter had let a man dominate him in this life and his previous. He knew that meant something.

Peter sighed happily and snuggled in closer to John. The man made him feel so human and more like an animal then anyone ever had.

John laughed, squeezing Peter to him.

And then the phone rang.

"And right on time," John chuckled. "My son is so predictable."

Peter smiled and reached for the phone before John could, and answered a smile on his lips. "Hello."

"You're not Daddy," Stiles said.

"No little darling I'm not." Peter answered.

"You're Peter."

Peter chuckled, of course the boy knew who he was and didn't even bother to ask why he was there. More often than not Peter was at their house. Why should today be any different? "Yes, I am."

"Are you done playing with Daddy all by yourself now? Can you come bring me home?" Stiles asked.

Peter found himself nodding even though Stiles couldn't see him, "Yes we are done playing, though I wish you were here baby boy. It would have made our play date much more fun." Stiles giggled. "I told your daddy that, but what do daddies know? I'll be right there alright?"

"Okay Peter, I'll see you in a bit. I love you." Stiles said and hung up.

Peter looked at the phone then. "What is with you Stilinski men all telling me you love me all at once?"

"We know what we want," John shrugged out of bed and slipped his pants on, "And when we fall in love, we fall in love."

Peter reached for the pants that John was making to hand to him as well as his shirt. He headed for the bathroom a smile on his face. "Give me a minute to clean up and then we can go get him."

John smiled, "I'll be waiting downstairs." Before Peter reached the bathroom John turned him and held him to his chest. "Hey I have a question."

"Hmm, yes?"

"Would you like to have a sleepover?" John asked.

"I think I'd like that very much," Peter said. John let him go.

It had been such a great evening.

Note:

The sex scene was edited for this site if you want to read the whole thing then just look for the same story on Ao3.