"Seriously, it was more a joke than anything. I wouldn't hold you to it, even if I could." Peter's nose wrinkled just thinking about it. "I may actually be many of the things that everyone accuses me of, but I have never and nor would I ever force a woman to do anything with me sexually."
Peter's smug look said what he didn't: they all came willingly. Practicallyskippingto his bed if the look held up to scrutiny.
Stiles rolled her eyes, more out of habit than really being sure how she felt about that look and his confession. "I lost a bet, we shook on the terms. Though Istilldon't understand how I lost."
Peter snorted, grinning even wider as he sat down on the couch. He had one arm casually thrown over the back of the couch while his other hand rested loosely on his knee, one ankle balancing on the opposite knee.
"Obviously, I doubt you would have made such a steep wager if you actually thought you'd loose. And in all honesty, I was fairly certain you'd succeed as well. Hence the bold reward on my end, I was fairly certain I was going to have to wash that rust bucket you call a car for the next six months."
"First of all, there isn't a stitch of rust on my Jeep. And second, you would have been washing my baby in a Speedo. That's an important part of my requirement." Stiles grinned just imagining how ridiculous he would look for the next six months.
It would have been lime green or maybe leopard print. Definitely very shiny.
Of course, he would also look hot as hell because he was essentially a perfect physical specimen. Thankgodhe was a tool most of the time, otherwise that would be dangerous for all sane women. Stiles included.
"So you're saying you actually want to give me what I wanted?" Peter was looking at her with a lot of suspicion, like she was trying to trap him.
Which, to be fair, was a common practice on both sides. They both liked to be right and neither were against manipulating the other to make a point. But this time she wasn't doing that.
She could feel her cheeks pink as she came over to the couch, sitting on the cushion next to him. She never sat this close to him, so close she could feel the heat of his natural body temperature radiating against her.
"Wantis a strong word. But. Yes, I will…" She trailed off, making a vague circular motion with her hand in leu of actually confessing it out loud.
Peter's eyes darkened and his words got a little softer as he leaned into her space. "Say it, use your words, Stiles. You saying it is just as much of what I wanted as the actual act itself."
Stiles licked her lips before shifting towards him a little more, her knee pressing against his. "I lost a bet, so I will give you six hand jobs, whenever you want them."
It seemed like nothing at the time: six months of Peter being her speedo wearing car wash boy versus six hand jobs at his discretion. The number had been negotiated down to six from as often as he wanted for six months - that had seemed excessive to Stiles and since Peter obviously hadn't really planned on enforcing his half, he went down to six total fairly easily. Though she wasn't entirely sure at the time that he wouldn't exact his payment ruthlessly, it was a little easier to accept the terms now that she knew he would have let her out of it if she was truly uncomfortable. Still, even down to six times she was pretty sure it was the 'at his discretion' portion that would bite her in the ass.
Though she wouldn't outright admit it, she found herself a little excited at the thought of getting to see what Peter was packing. It wasn't like she hadn't thought of it before, like she hadn't thoughtwaybeyond a hand job either.
"Do you want me to do it now?"
Peter hummed for a moment, his eyes never leaving her face as he considered his options. "Yeah, alright. Might as well get you used to having me in your hand in private. The next time probably will be more in the open."
Peter uncrossed his ankle and adjusted his position on the couch to slouch a little lower and spread his legs a little wider, the arm that had been across the back of the couch came around Stiles' waist and pulled her flush against him. He gestured with his other hand for her to go ahead and get started.
Stiles being someone who talked wasn't unusual, she was an especially talkative person when she was nervous. Though she tried to keep her chemo signals and her voice level, she was sure that even if he wasn't supernaturally made, he would know she was nervous now.
"Of course you would be an exhibitionist, people watching you would be a turn on."
Peter didn't try to deny it, his fingers finding their way under the hem of her shirt and grazed the skin there. He didn't seemed to intend on doing anything more, just wanting to touch her skin. Stiles wished it hadn't done so much for her, just that little touch. She knew he would be able to smell her want if she didn't keep it under control, but that was easier said than done when she was in the process of unzipping his pants.
"It can be fun, having people watch you right at the height of pleasure. Have you ever tried something like that, Stiles? Getting off while people watched?" Peter did help when she got him unzipped, reaching into his pants and pulling his cock free was probably more about self preservation than really wanting to assist her at all. She would likely maim him and he probably realized that.
She wished she could stay that she was collected enough not to stare as Peter's mostly flaccid cock came into view but all she could think was 'damn, if he's that impressive soft, what does he look like hard? Oh wait, I'm about to find out.' Peter's hands were bigger than hers by a good amount and it wasstilla sight.
"Do you need a minute?" Peter's smug tone pulled her back to reality and she glared at him, a look that seemed to have zero effect on him.
"I'm fine." In an effort to regain some control of the situation, Stiles shifted so that her outside leg could cross over her own to drape over one of his thighs.
The move was somewhat questionable in its effectiveness because while it did seem to surprise and thrill him, it put her whole body right up against his. She pushed one forearm against the back of the couch for leverage, wedged between her body and his. Her other hand slid down the fabric covering his chest, pulling it up some just for a sight of his too tempting abs. He seemed to be enjoying all that she was doing and after a casual stroke, he released his cock for in favor of putting his hand behind his head as a pillow.
"You're enjoying this entirely too much." Stiles rolled her eyes but it only lead to her looking at Peter's cock again, her hand sliding over it in a mime of his recent action.
Peter hummed and let his eyes close, small smile on his lips. "That's the point, isn't it? Let you entertain me so I can enjoy myself."
She wanted to be a little vindictive, maybe squeeze his balls just a bit too much. Just to get rid of that smug aura surrounding him, but it would just stretch this out. Though if she was being truthful, she wasn't sure how upset about that she would be.
Touching him like this, taking him in her hand and feeling the weight of him was hot. She wouldn't admit it, especially not to Peter -because that would be crazy- but this whole 'you lost a bet, so do my bidding' was right up her alley. Each stroke she slowly gave him, she not only tried to commit the feel of him in her hand to memory but the relaxed look on Peter's face as well.
It surprised her how easily that smug almost performative look went away, Peter whole heartedly giving into her touch. Trusting her this way. As he got harder in her hand, she could see the way he was trying to control his breathing, trying to keep it even though it felt so good.
"Do you have any lube nearby? Or, do you just want me to spit on you?" She barely got the second half of the question out before Peter's nose flared and he involuntarily lifted his hips, pushing his cock into the fist of her hand a little more.
Peter had to clear his voice before he could answer. "I don't have any lube." The rest of it hanging in the silence.
Now who couldn't use his words? "So you want me to … what, Peter?"
The arm behind Stiles shifted until he had a hand buried in her hair and was pulling her impossibly closer, her breath catching a little when their noses almost touched. Peter's eyes were dark and full of fire at the same time, his eyes searching hers before finally giving in.
"Spit, Stiles. I want to watch you spit on my cock before you get me off."
Stiles was dangerously close to moaning even those she wasn't the one getting a hand job. "Alright."
Peter couldn't seem to let go for a moment, couldn't seem to look away but finally he did. She shifted over his cock and started to work up spit in her mouth as she started down at the slit on his dick starting to weep the tiniest bit. She could just lean down and give him head, but that wasn't the bet and she definitely didn't want to give him even more unnecessarily.
Cupping her hand around the head of his cock, she spit between the ring of her fingers before sliding her hand over it and dragging it down the shaft. It took her a few minutes but she eventually had a slick surface to work with and Peter kept squeezing the back of her neck and tangling his fingers in her hair.
She only got to watch the way his cock looked sliding in and out of her grip a few times before he was tugging at her hair, pulling her head back so that she could see the way his eyes were dilated and staring at her. Those same eyes kept dropping to her mouth before pulling her closer with fingers almost too tight in her hair.
"I think you should come back over tonight. I like the idea of you getting me off before I go to sleep. You could stay the night if you wanted, or you could go home. But staying would probably make more sense, then you can set an alarm for yourself and wake me up to a really good orgasm."
If the dirty images he was painting wasn't enough to get her hot and bothered - and oh buddy they were hot like burning hot - the way he seemed to struggle to get them out when she would twist her wrist around the crown of his cock or the way his words would huff out in a moan when she slid low enough to palm his balls, she knew he could smell how badly she wanted him now. She was practically climbing in his lap by the end of his debauched itinerary was laid out, the tip of her nose grazing against his as they both tried not to be the one to close that final distance.
"Here I thought you would stretched these out for the next six months. Looks like I'll be finished with my portion of the bet in a couple of days at the most." She had meant it as a taunt but she was belatedly concerned her tone almost sounded disappointed.
Peter licked his lips and shook his head, the corner of his mouth tipping upwards. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're desperate for more by the time you finish paying off your debt."
Her retort died on her tongue for a moment, instead caught up in the way Peter's eyes drifted closed and the way he tilted his head back. The long line of his throat showed off the hard swallow he made as he moaned, his whole body brushing against hers as his hips lifted off the couch so he could fuck into her fist a little deeper.
"Fuck." He wrapped his hand around hers, tightening her grip and speeding up her pace a little bit as his breath came a little shorter and faster.
"I think you're confused about who is going to be desperate for this." Stiles knew it was belated, knew she had to clear her throat one too many times even today it for the burn to really land but watching Peter get off was like watching high quality porn, she really couldnotbe blamed for being off her game.
Peter still managed to snort even as he was obviously getting closer and closer to coming, his eyes cutting to hers with a smirk. "I didn't mean for a handjob, Stiles."
She frowned but found herself still leaning back into his space when he pulled her closer, her eyes cutting back and forth between his cock and his face. She wanted to see that eruption of proof that she had gotten Peter Hale off but she also wanted to see his face when he came and she wanted to understand what he meant by that last comment. She was also trying to decide if she wanted him to close that last bit of distance and kiss her, it was a monumentally stupid idea but there was a lot going on in this moment so she really couldn't be blamed for leaning into stupid ideas.
"I mean, by the time you finish paying off your debt, you're going to be begging me to fuck you. And I plan to. I plan to fuck you so well that you won't want to leave my bed for days at least."
Stiles wasn't sure if she was stunned because of his audacity or because it was a solid plan, she already wanted more and he was the one getting off. "Who said I want that? At all?"
Peter leaned in even more, his hand moving both of theirs at a pace that seemed like it should have been painful but the noises he was making said otherwise. His lips grazed the corner of hers but didn't come closer, it had her heart beating wildly.
"Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me that I'm not smelling how badly you want me. Or that every one of those things I promised just now wasn't the reason your heart rate picked up." Peter licked at the corner of her mouth.
"Kiss me and I'll tell you."
If she expected any argument about it, she was way off base. Peter's head shifted and then his mouth was covering hers in a mind blowing first kiss that she hadn't even known she wanted minutes ago. Now she was drowning in it and she wasn't sure how she had ever considered being in the same room as this man and not kissed him before.
Peter's abrupt break from the kiss had her making an annoyed sound, his moan was laced with his laughter. "Fuck, I'm going to me."
She could drag it out, clearly he wanted to come on her confirmation. She could be bratty and refuse to give him that satisfaction, answering him only after he came. But she wanted to tell him, wanted to see his face.
"You're not wrong."
She was sure that if they stayed together long term, the telling of how they first got together probably shouldn't include a bet that had sexual favors as ways to repay said bet. Or, that watching Peter come over their combined hands was basically a seal on a new kind of handshake for sex before they even talked about a first date.
They probably wouldn't want to hear about how she got through all six of those hand jobs within 48 hours, two of them very much in public before he held up his promise of not letting her out of his bed for days - four whole days to be exact. Not that she was complaining, some things were just meant to be kept private. There would be plenty of other stories they could tell about how their relationship started, the rest would be just for them.