"What are you doing?" Stiles asks after a while in Peter's lap and the older man replied. "Nothing."
"Well would you wanna do something?"
"A lot of things, actually. But that can all wait. I never told you how glad i was when you asked me over." Peter whispers behind the boy, his arm slung weakly around his midsection and chin on his shoulder. At his words, Stiles smiled lightly, whispering back without even realizing it. "Yeah? I bet you're not glad anymore. I gave you take out and i forgot to get a movie for us even though i stated-"
"Stiles.." Peter cut through the teen's admonishing thoughts.
"Hm?"
"I'm okay. Really. I'm an old guy and I've not watched any movies since before the fire. Great chance, whatever movie you pick, it'll be new to me."
"Really?" Peter smiled, nodding as his chin moved on Stiles' shoulder, loving the new scents coming from the teen.
"Yes really."
"But do you like movies?"
"I've been out of a coma for close to 2 years now. I don't own a TV even though i can more than afford one and I've never been to the cinema. What does that tell you?"
"That you're an anti social person, a stingy bastard. Bland and no sense of fun..." Stiles teased and Peter chuckled lightly, so close to his ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine.
"It also means that you didn't come here for the movie." He added almost shyly.
"I didn't."
"Why are you here, Peter?"
"Because you asked me... nicely."
Stiles chuckled. "Why do you like me? I mean, if you think about it, it hardly makes any sense."
"The best things in life are those that make no sense and to answer you, I don't know why i love you, or how that happened but i caught myself thinking about you at odd times and then i woke up one morning and the realization hit me."
"Have you ever been that way?"
"I don't know... Talia took memories from me a lot. Maybe I was. But knowing myself, i probably fell in love with a married woman."
Stiles laughed lightly. "I'm hoping that's not my mom."
"I'm hoping so too."
"Because the idea of one person being with both mother and son freaks you out? If that's-"
"If that's the case then I won't make my intentions clear to you knowing your first, in many several ways, was my daughter. But that's not why. What i'm worried about is that we'll have one more obstacle before you can be with me."
Stiles liked hearing Peter talk like that, he realized. He loved knowing what the other man felt...something Derek never gave him. "What obstacle?"
"The first is the fact that i'm literally an animal. Second is that I'm older. Old enough to be your father, third, your father still doesn't know you're gay. Fourth is Derek, my nephew. Fifth, if i did get it on with your mom, is that your dad may still have his memories and he'll never accept me." Stiles shifted in Peter's lap, head turning slowly to the older wolf's, his forehead meeting Peter's as their breaths mingled, Peter picking up the rising beat of his heart. "You think too much." he whispered.
"Habit, i guess."
"Peter?" Stiles whispers, turning his head slowly still till his face was not an inch away from the older man's.
"Hm?"
"Kiss me."
Peter sucked in a deep breath, his hand moving up to cup the back of Stiles' head, tilting it slightly and pressing his lips to the teen's lips, tentatively, almost as if he was afraid and Stiles couldn't help finding it funny. Peter Hale. Afraid? Pfft. Yeah right.
His fingers clenched in Peter's shirt, tugging on it as he deepened de kiss, wanting to tease Peter and he succeeded because the next instance, Peter's fingers were tangling in his hair, lips moving firmly on Stiles' as his tongue darts out to lick the seam of his lips.
