With a Red Right Hand

A Shadow is Cast Wherever He Stands

"Wow. That's gotta be the sexiest car I've ever seen."

Peter huffs and unlocks the vehicle. "Shut up, Stiles."

Stiles just laughs, tossing his duffel into the backseat. "I think I might have to reevaluate our relationship here, man. Good taste is something I look for in a partner, and well..." he tilts his head at the silver car. "This might be a dealbreaker."

Peter growls, rushing forward and crowding Stiles up against the passenger door. He lowers his head and nips at the side of Stiles' throat. "Make jokes all you want, baby," Peter whispers smugly into his ear. "We both know my cum is plugged up in your sweet ass and that you can't wait for another round."

Stiles can't help but shiver in anticipation at the thought.

"Besides," Peter continues, pushing away and prowling around to the other side of the car. "It was the only rental those bastards at Enterprise had left." And then he ducks into the car.

Stiles pouts, adjusting himself in his jeans and before getting in. "No need to get all defensive, Fido." He buckles himself in as Peter pulls away from the lot.

"I was just commenting on the hilarity of the situation at hand. A cunning, deadly, international assassin." Stiles gestures at Peter. "Driving a..." he gestures at the car's interior. "Toyota Camry." Stiles can't help the mean little grin that spreads across his face. "This is practically a James Bond sequel."

Peter pinches him in the thigh while deftly navigating them out of the airport's busy parking garage. "You've got quite the mouth on you."

Stiles' grin grows wider. "You would know."

"I can't believe I'm going to share my hotel voucher with you."

"Ah, yes. Coupons, the epitome of romance."

Peter can't help but crack a smile. "Fuck, I like you."

Stiles reaches over and grabs ahold of Peter's hand. "The feeling's mutual, Daddy."

He notices as Peter's eyes grow brighter at his words.

And that brings Stiles to the next bullet point on his list:

1. Don't get killed by that fine ass Daddy

2. Have mind-blowing sex with that fine ass Daddy (hopefully #1 has happened or this list is absolutely fucked)

3. Latch onto Daddy and make sure he knows that he's not allowed to leave. Ever.

4. Talk to Daddy about the whole werewolf thing

5. Have more sex

6. Eat weight in tacos

"So," Stiles clears his throat obnoxiously. Peter looks over at him indulgently as he expertly maneuvers through traffic. "I'd like for this to continue."

Peter raises an imperious eyebrow. "I thought that was what we were doing."

"Yeah," Stiles agrees, untangling his hand from Peter's and curling his fingers nervously into his jeans. "I just...I want this to continue even beyond, you know, the voucher."

Peter blinks, his chest tightening uncomfortably at the mere thought of never seeing Stiles again. "I concur."

"I mean, I kno—" Stiles cuts himself short and looks over at Peter. "Wait, hold on. You concur?"

"Yes. I want to see you again after this. Preferably kneeling at my feet again. I quite enjoyed that."

Stiles barks out an incredulous laugh. "I'm sure you did." He leans back against the headrest and mumbles. "God, you concur. Why do I even like you? Jesus Christ on a tortilla, you're that asshole."