Phoe's Friday Ficlets Chapter 14: Steter: Empty Battery, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Empty Battery – Friday Ficlets Series

Tags: m/m, explicit intercourse, anal, masturbation, sex toys

Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale

Summary: Stiles just wanted to masturbate in peace when his vibrator decided to die on him mid session. He plugs the damn thing in to recharge, but is left frustrated.

Empty Battery

Friday Ficlets Series

Pack meetings were a special kind of torture for Stiles. Peter in his stupid v-necks that showed off his stupid, thick neck that Stiles would love to bite, the shirts spanning so tight over that stupidly defined chest. It was even worse when the two of them had to work together for research, which was most times because the rest of the pack didn't care about research and the majority of them were 'run in and punch first, think later' types, which meant it was up to Peter and Stiles to come up with a reasonable plan that would keep their reckless pack alive.

That had started with the bank vault. The first real time that Stiles had to work with Peter, the first real interaction since the man's resurrection. They'd planned a bank heist together and when Scott and Derek had run off to execute it, Peter and Stiles had worked together to figure out what the vault was made of. It had been Peter and Stiles' teamwork that had allowed Derek and Scott to save Boyd, Erica and Cora. And that marked the first of countless shared research sessions.

So, on top of being too gorgeous to be real, Peter was also highly intelligent and like that wasn't bad enough, he also knew how to match Stiles' snark beat for beat. It was like someone had made Peter in a lab, specifically for Stiles. Only that Stiles couldn't have the wolf, which was the torture-part.

Because Peter was more than twice his age, was mostly just exasperated by the teens in the pack and enduring them. Stiles knew the man was only putting up with them because he didn't want to risk becoming feral again; he knew he needed the pack, so he made himself needed by the pack by volunteering to do the research nobody else wanted to do. It was just a happy coincident that Stiles got to share that with Peter, but he was aware that it wasn't about Stiles. It was about proving himself to Derek, securing his place in the pack, that was what Peter got out of it.

Meanwhile, Stiles? He loved the time he got to spend with Peter. To him, Peter was the only one who could keep up with him, truly keep up with him. Scott often dismissed Stiles' more unfounded ideas, Lydia grew exasperated by his spirals, and both of them were fair and valid honestly because half the time he couldn't even name what bothered him, but Peter? Peter knew how to pick them apart, how to find what had sent Stiles on a spiral, knew how to figure it out with Stiles.

So, pack meetings were torture because Stiles might have caught some unwanted and unrequited feelings for Peter, on top of his attraction to the man. Pack meetings that were followed by research sessions were particularly bad, so Stiles rushed home to take care of business before Peter would get here, because otherwise he was going to spot an inappropriate boner during research sessions at one point. While Peter went home to wherever he lived to get the books they'd need, Stiles stumbled into his bedroom, pushed his pants down to his knees and lunged for the drawer with his lube and vibrator. He knew he didn't have a big window, so he had to be quick.

They usually did their one on one research at Stiles'. Wolves were territorial about their dens and Stiles wasn't even gonna risk being told no by Peter, because he was so stupidly, hopelessly in love with the wolf and deluding himself with the friendship they were maybe building and the rejection of Peter outright telling him that he didn't want Stiles in his den would break something in Stiles, so Stiles always insisted on them meeting at his own place. He was just avoiding heartache here.

Stiles gasped softly as he started fingering himself, rough and quick. He liked the sting and he really was in a rush. He had to be done and normal again by the time Peter arrived with the books. Licking his lips, Stiles closed his eyes and thought about just how good Peter had looked in today's obscene v-neck. Stiles wanted to lick that neck, bite it, even though he wouldn't be able to leave a mark. A soft whimper escaped him as he imagined Peter biting his neck in retaliation. Imagined the wolf leaving a series of marks along his collarbone and neck and shoulders, showing off that Stiles was his, undeniable to any of the wolves or even humans. Gasping, Stiles pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his vibrator, wondering what kind of filthy things Peter would say while thrusting into him. It was always a coin-toss for Stiles, depending on his mood.

Sometimes, he liked to think of Peter as a slow and thorough lover who'd whisper terms of endearment and praise, the way he would during research – all these stupid 'sweetheart's and 'darling's that the wolf would throw around all the time were really getting to Stiles' head. Other times, like right now when he was in a real hurry, Stiles liked to think about filthier words. Maybe Stiles had a tiny degradation kink, sue him, he started getting turned on by all the men in his life who threatened him and bodily pushed him against walls, okay? It had to fuck him up somehow!

Stiles was so close, his fingers working his cock just the way he liked while the vibrator buzzed against his prostate, every muscle in his body tightening as his orgasm built up, when… the vibrating stopped. It took him so by surprise, he jumped a little. Blinking confused, Stiles pulled his beta-blue vibrator out (don't think too hard on the color, it was a pure coincident, Stiles had not been thinking about Peter's pretty, pretty eyes when he saw it, no, sir) and tried turning it on a couple times. Nothing. Frowning annoyed, he sat up, turning it over and shaking it. And then he remembered that maybe, he had been in such a rush the last couple times that he might have forgotten to plug it in to make sure it stayed charged. The fucking battery on his fucking vibrator was dead and he had been so close to orgasm. Groaning in absolute frustration, he dug out the charging cable and plugged it in with a little more force than necessary.

Sure, he could finish by hand. It was what he'd done for years before he bought the vibrator (Peter's fault, who really made Stiles crave knowing what it'd feel like to be penetrated by more than just his fingers). But now the mood was ruined and he was frustrated. Glaring and muttering beneath his breath, he stomped off to the bathroom for the quickest, coldest shower.

When he walked back into his bedroom, still sexually frustrated but at least calmed down, he found Peter lounging on his desk, a glare on his handsome face and his eyes flashing blue. Stiles froze.

"Darling," Peter's voice was a barely contained growl that had Stiles freeze further. "I am aware that you're not doing this on purpose, however… I do need you to be a bit more considerate."

For a moment, Stiles was confused, until he followed Peter's line of sight and saw… his vibrator, plugged into the plug next to his bed, which forced it to actually lay on his bed, in plain sight. He'd just plugged it in and fully not considered the fact that Peter would come into his bedroom. Stiles' eyes widened, absolutely mortified. No, no, no. Of course did Peter want him to be more considerate because who the fuck wanted to see other people's sex toys?

"I am so sorry," Stiles muttered embarrassed, covering his face. "I didn't…"

Peter heaved a sigh and grabbed Stiles' wrists to remove his hands from his face. "It's quite alright, sweetheart. But you really… It's already hard enough to resist you when you smell like pleasure, arousal and sweet, soft satisfaction, but if you leave the… evidence of what you were doing laying around like that, you are truly testing me. You may call me a Creeperwolf, but I am really doing my best to not make you uncomfortable in any way about my attraction to you."

Stiles just stared at the wolf blankly. "Your what to me."

Peter frowned at him and let go of his hands, taking a step back. "I know I'm not very subtle and you made it clear that my advances aren't… wanted, every time you call me Creeperwolf. I'm trying my best, but… this is a different kind of cruel, sweetheart."

Slowly, Stiles sat down on his bed. Had Peter seriously just said that he was attracted to Stiles?

"What do you mean you're not being subtle," Stiles blinked and stared up at the wolf. "I… what?"

Now it was Peter's turn to stare at Stiles. "I have been flirting with you pretty much since we met. Since I had you on your knees in front of me on the lacrosse field. You must be aware that there would have been other, more normal ways of making you stand up than to guide you up to me by your chin. I just… wanted to look at that pretty mouth of yours while you were on your knees in front of me. And since then… I call you darling and sweetheart all the time, you are the only one I am willingly spending time with, who I allow to use my rare books."

Peter heaved a sigh. "And I am… trying my best to be well-behaved around you, to earn your friendship, at least. But you are already tempting enough on a normal day, when you haven't freshly masturbated, but our research sessions after you masturbated? They're a challenge. And this?"

Peter motioned at the vibrator with a glare. "Not to be a Creeperwolf, but how do you expect me not to think about you using that and how beautiful you would be, all sprawled out and flushed…"

A flash of blue eyes and a bit of fang showed when Peter growled softly. The sound was hungry. Stiles' eyes widened and his face was fully aflame. Was Peter serious? Because the wolf did look kind of turned on. The thought alone made Stiles' cock harden a little again, reminding him of how he hadn't actually gotten to come earlier. Biting his lips, Stiles leaned forward.

"Since… Since the lacrosse field?" Stiles asked softly, staring at the wolf.

Sighing, Peter shrugged, looking completely helpless. "Darling, I offered you the bite right after. Offered, when I didn't make offers to anyone. I took. But I couldn't bring myself to force you, regardless of how much I wanted you. Because I didn't want you to… resent me any more than you already did. I wanted you to be mine, because you wanted it and not because you had no choice. That's not how wolves treat their mates. I would have never forced a mate-bite on you. So all I could do was try and be close to you, in whatever way you would… allow."

The word 'mate-bite' made Stiles' heart skip a beat. He'd always thought that Peter holding his wrist up to his mouth was weird, considering every wolf bite he'd witnessed before and since had been in a meaty part, usually the side. Not the wrist. And the way Peter had let him go, even though an Alpha needed three betas for a pack and with Derek and Scott, he would have just needed one more. It'd have been so easy for Peter to turn him for his own gain.

"Do you…" Stiles' heart was racing. "Have any idea why I smell like sex and satisfaction whenever we have research sessions? Like, I'm not just really into risky masturbation, you idiot. I jerk off to relieve some stress so I won't pop an embarrassing boner around you because I'm trying real hard to hide my attraction to you because there's no way a hot as hell werewolf and successful lawyer would go for the awkward lanky teen pack human who rambles too much?"

For a few moments, the two simply stared at each other. Then, a low growl started to build in Peter's chest as the wolf stalked up to Stiles. Stiles' pulse picked up again, pure excitement as Peter crowded into his space, pinning him against the wall. The wolf sat down on the bed and Stiles slowly spread his legs to allow Peter to sit between them. His dick pulsed in need.

"Darling, you are fucking perfect," Peter spoke sincerely, resting one hand in Stiles' neck and the other on Stiles' hip. "Your snark and wit were made to match mine, you are the only one who can keep my attention, who keeps things interesting around here. Every dull pack meeting that you brighten with your sarcasm and clever mind leaves me desperate to just drag you to my den and fuck you into the mattress, cover you in my scent and cover my den in yours."

Stiles' heart was racing and he sucked in a breath. "Okay, so I was in the middle of something and so close and then the battery died on me and I just plugged it in and went and took a cold shower in frustration so… uhm… This is a mattress? Wanna fuck me into this one?"

"Because your vibrator died on you?" Peter frowned at him. "So I'm a passable replacement?"

"The other way around, you idiot," Stiles groaned and grabbed Peter by the collar. "I've been thinking about you when using that, it has been a replacement for you. But if I can have the real deal? I want you, Peter. I really desperately want you so badly."

Peter sucked in a breath and then he lunged forward and their lips finally met in a kiss. Stiles groaned into it, his mouth falling open and allowing Peter in. The wolf explored as though he was trying to map it out and memorize it. Groaning into the kiss, Stiles bucked up, brushing their half-hard cocks against each other. Daft fingers worked to free them both of their clothes, their kiss only breaking to allow for Stiles' shirt to be torn off. Stiles found himself on his back, sprawled out on his bed with Peter kneeling above him. One of Peter's hands wandered between Stiles' legs and the wolf growled and groaned loudly when his fingers easily slipped into Stiles.

"I told you," Stiles gasped. "I was in the middle of it."

"And what were you thinking about?" Peter murmured, kissing down Stiles' neck.

He did bite and suckle every now and again, already probably having left like four hickeys. Stiles whimpered at the thought, baring his throat. He rocked beneath Peter, his cock achingly hard and the feeling of Peter's fingers opening him up, scissoring him open so Peter could fuck him?

"Darling," Peter growled, nipping Stiles with just a little more teeth. "Answer the question."

"You," Stiles whined. "You, fucking me hard, claiming me."

Peter made a pleased noise, lapping at Stiles' neck and pulling his fingers out of him again. The wolf's hard cock felt so much better than Stiles' vibrator. Warm and thicker and fuck. Stiles clawed desperately at Peter while the man slowly pushed into him. Peter dragged his lips all over Stiles' torso, in soft kisses and gentle nibbles, but also the occasional mark-leaving bite.

"I adore you," Peter whispered before latching onto Stiles' left nipple, biting and rolling it between his teeth until Stiles was a whining mess. "I love you, sweetheart, you are my perfect mate."

Stiles felt near high on Peter's soft words and touch, clinging onto Peter like he would lose his sense of reality if he didn't physically hold onto his wolf. Peter's mouth, his hands, his cock, they grounded him, they were what kept Stiles in the present and made him feel like he was coming apart by the seams. Months of pining, of jerking off and imagining this, but the real deal was so much better. Peter rocked his hips slowly, rolling them in a way that tormented Stiles' prostate. The orgasm he'd been working toward earlier, that got cut off so rudely by his unreliable vibrator, came back full force and especially with the involuntary delay, it felt all the more intense now.

"Peter," Stiles gasped out, bucking up into Peter's hand.

"Yes, darling?" Peter looked up at him with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"I need to come, please, fuck, please," Stiles whined.

"Anything for you, my dear," Peter smiled, all fangs and hunger.

He rubbed his thumb over the head of Stiles' cock, teasing the slit until Stiles erupted all over Peter's hand and both their stomachs. The blood was rushing in Stiles' ears at the intense, new feeling of Peter fucking him through his orgasm. The wolf growled and flashed his eyes when he came. Okay, other new feeling. Stiles made a strangled, soft noise at the sensation of Peter coming inside of him. To quiet the embarrassing noise, Stiles reached up and bit Peter's neck. After all, he'd wanted to do this for ages. The wolf's growl was loud and pleased at that.

"So," Peter whispered gently as he laid down and pulled Stiles against his chest. "Will this be a new part of our routine, between pack meetings and research sessions?"

Stiles grinned and pecked Peter's lips before snuggling more against his wolf. Abso-fucking-lutely. Free hot werewolf boyfriend. And he didn't require charging. Stiles was winning all around.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Not to overshare, but this fic was fully brought to you by my fucking vibrator betraying me in the middle of it and me thinking "what if I project my sexual frustration onto Stiles? And somehow use this as a way to get Steter together?". At least one of us deserved that, I guess