"Did you hear back about any of the scholarships?" Scott asks.
"Not yet," Stiles says. "Which probably means no."
"Maybe they're just taking their time," Scott says hopefully. Sometimes Stiles appreciates Scott's optimism. Now isn't one of those times. Scott can read him well and winces. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," Stiles says tiredly, running a hand over his face. "I should just get a sugar daddy and call it good."
"Any sugar daddy would be lucky to have you," Scott says, clapping him on the shoulder.
Stiles needs money for college, and Peter is in a position to provide.
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Peter didn't think he'd find a home here. He certainly didn't think he'd find a home with two other men.
Chris and Stiles prove him wrong.
It’s Stiles’ first Valentine's since turning eighteen, and he can see his string. It’s Peter’s first Valentine’s, since the fire, that he’s both been conscious and alive. Neither can be blamed for getting a little caught up in the day, nor for falling.
"You need this.”
It's very deliberately not a question, and it makes the melted muscles in his lower back tighten. The hand in his hair keeps his head on Peter's thigh. “Depends on what 'this’ you're talking about,” he hedges.
Peter's fingers suddenly curl into a fist, dragging his head up and baring his throat. He can't help his moan, or the way he's half-hard in his pants. Peter's gaze slides, slow and predatory, up his throat to his face. “This. You need me to put you on your knees, or tie you down, spank you, make you submit.” Peter smirks, and it shouldn't be hot, but it is. “You think I can't recognize a submissive when I kiss one, sweetheart?”
"Well it is a grocery store, Scott," he said without looking up from the package of steak in his hand. John had been having a difficult time at work with all those pesky disappearances and Peter thought the man deserved a treat. He had to weigh that against the knowledge that Stiles would be upset, however, which had him debating if he shouldn't grab the 'extra lean' cut instead of going with the regular kind of lean. "Even us deviously evil masterminds must eat and the takeout in this town is deplorable."
Peter heard a subsonic growl leave McCall's throat and let himself smirk with satisfaction. Frustrating the so-called Alpha was different than pissing him off, surely...
- Part 6 of Winding Roads to Flowering Fields
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