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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Isaac_Lahey, Vernon_Boyd/Erica
      Reyes, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Laura_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_Coffee_Shops_&_Cafés, Fluff,
      Humor, First_Time, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Riding, Blow_Jobs, Panic
      Attacks
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-24 Updated: 2013-08-25 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3857
****** You're The Cream In My Coffee ******
by Laugh_at_the_girl_who_loves_too_easily
Summary
     Prompt :brokenwings-learntofly :Coffeeshop AU where Stiles is a
     barista and Peter’s a regular and they snark over lattes.
     explicit for later chapters
Notes
     So i hope you guys like it
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
 
It is the middle of the afternoon – too late for even the latest of lunches,
but too early for the post-work crowd, and so the diner is empty. It will
probably remain so for at least an hour.
 
Stiles scribbles the name on the cup, hollers the order 'Peter' before turning
to the customer and taking his payment .There’s a slight twist upwards of
Peter's lips and he nods his head at Stiles that gets under his skin and makes
his hands just the merest bit trembly, and his breath just hitch slightly.
 
Peter was a writer, evident from the stack of notes and papers he barricaded
himself with and a laptop which was open 24/7. And equally evident from his
being there constantly for the past two weeks, he was either very enthusiastic
or not very good.
 
As Stiles worked around several different orders, he'd sneak a peek at the man
he was so hopelessly mooning over. Laura hadn’t showed up yet for work,Stiles
was the one who had to open up ,thank god for it being the summer break and he
didn’t have to be at school. Also thank the lord for her grumpy younger brother
Derek, who helped out by doing the breakfast for the customers who stayed in
the upstairs bed and breakfast of the diner, Peter was one of them.
 
Stiles let out a deep breathe he didn’t know he was holding when Laura finally
appeared her normal chirpy self. He honestly was starting to worry she had
never been late, it was her own business. Hale House, sometimes it was a hell
house.
 
“Morning everyone, how are you all?” She sung as she tied her apron around her
waist. “Stiles you wanna bake the muffins or do coffee?” His eyes drifted to
Peter unconsciously. “Coffee it is” She chuckled before she walked off to the
kitchen leaving Stiles stood their with his mouth catching flies.
 
“Dude ,why are you obviously staring at the 30 plus year old man over there?”
Erica rolled her eyes when Stiles gave her evils. She was his beautiful,cat-
woman who was dating Boyd ,a very quiet man, but they were perfect for each
other and what was even better was that she was pregnant and showing. But that
was also worse because she was only seventeen and the cravings meant that she
was in the café WAY too often. She got a lot of judgemental stares from passer-
byers and was even kicked out of her own house yet that didn’t matter because
she could bite any ones head off and Boyd's parents were more than happy to
take the two of them in.
 
Scott , Stiles' bestfriend since like birth, was busy with Allison ,his on and
off again girlfriend,mostly but he had checked in on Stiles and his new job.
Mostly by just giving him weird names to write on the cups. Not helpful ,Scott.
 
“I'm not staring at him , my eyes are just drifting in that direction...he is
really fucking hot alright and he is nice and and I just I don’t know, I’ve
read his book,you know the famous one about mythology and it was amazing!”
Stiles was trying to defend himself. Not that he needed too. Doesn't mean Erica
isn't silently judging him with a smirk plastered on her face which widen when
Peter made his way over to the counter, Stiles facing Erica with his hand on
her stomach unable to see the man coming. He looked like he would nearly jump
out of his skin when he heard the man's voice in his ear.
 
“I was wondering if I could have a chocolate chip muffin?” He asked politely.
Stiles nodded furiously tripping over his own feet to go and get the muffin,
the older man chuckling at him.
“He is flirting with yooou”Erica said a little bit too loudly in a sing song
voice.
 
“Shut up ,you are wrong” Stiles hissed as he brought the muffin to his table.
 
 
Stiles felt a hand on his ass as he cleaned the counter top , the body that
belonged to that hand then leant over him to grab a napkin.
 
“Sorry about that” He murmured.
 
“Peter are you causing my only staff member that isn't fucking Derek to melt
over you? This may be a family business but I cant run it with just me and
Derek.” She was referring to Isaac wasn’t she?
 
“My dear niece , I am not seducing him I promise” Peter snarked. Niece? They
were related?
 
“You better not be, he is a minor and his dad is the sheriff” She said with a
smile that had more malice in it than it should. Peter looked incredibly
uncomfortable all of sudden and he choked before he exited back to his table.
Erica looked at Stiles worryingly before he sighed and shrugged his shoulders
 
 
He walked about almost effortlessly each of his daily tasks engrained so deep
into his mind that he completed them with ease. He weaved in and out of the
round topped tables glancing around the egg washed white and teal themed décor
that was going on in the coffee shop. Very few people sat within the place its
atmosphere was solemn and relaxing.
 
Stiles strode over to a table left unattended and upon a tray he collected the
used cups and saucers, before leaving the table he left two neatly packaged
mints for the customers who had likely left for the rest room. As he went back
behind the service counter the almost intoxicating aroma of freshly ground
Colombian coffee beans stroked his nostrils throwing him back for a moment. He
quickly regrouped himself and rushed off to clear another table in the farthest
part of the shop.
 
By now Erica had left with Boyd, to go to the hospital for a check-up and Scott
would be checking in soon to have dinner with Allison. Stiles collapsed on to
one of the stools by the counter exhausted. Laura slid a hot chocolate in front
of him that had Stiles written on it with a love heart next to it.
 
“Go talk to him” Laura said sweetly as she took over his job for him ,
practically staring daggers into the back of his head until he lifted up his
feet and went to sit opposite Peter. He smiled awkwardly at the man who looked
over his laptop at him.
 
“By minor she meant that I’m 18 in a few months, not that that matters or you
care...”He stopped rambling so he didn’t dig himself a hole. “So another book?
Still mythology?”
 
“Werewolves actually.” Peter revealed as he took a sip of his black coffee with
cream.
 
“We should never try to deny the beast – the animal within us.” Stiles quoted
hoping the older man would know it.
 
“Dr. George Waggner from The Howling, testing me it seems?” The author
chuckled. Stiles smiled a teethy smile before he went to stand up and
accidentally knocked Peter's coffee all over him.
 
“Oh My God! I'm so sorry so sorry” Stiles apologized repeatedly as he dabbed at
the mess on Peter's criminally tight jeans. Peter grasped the boy's wrists
stopping him from dabbing his crotch with napkins. He smiled at him a melting
smile.
 
“If you wanted to touch my crotch you could of just asked” He joked, his smile
turning Cheshire cat like as he watched the blush on Stiles' cheeks go to the
top of his head. “It's fine, honey, I’ll just go and change. Look after my
things” Honey? MyGod! Stiles could feel his insides churning as he watch
Peter's ass as he walked upstairs. The younger boy sat in Peter's seat and
curiosity got the better of him and he looked at the open document.
 
 
Tut.Tut. Someone is nosey. You'll have to buy the book.
 
 
And very irresistible. X
 
Stiles put the computer back to the way it was and sat in the seat with his
hands in his lap.
 
“Would you like me to buy anything for you, Stiles?” Peter asked when he
returned.
 
“No thank you , I get employee discount.”
 
“And I get owner discount” Stiles sat there a bit obsolete. Peter packed up his
things into his laptop bag.
 
“Thank you for the interesting conversation , I have to meet up with my
publicist ,see you soon” Peter said with such suave and even kiss Stiles' hand
before he left.
 
Stiles was screwed , if he went by the look Laura was giving him.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     May be another chapter , we shall see.
     helped by my sister @the_girl_who_knew_too_much_about_pigs
Stiles wrestles with the coffee machine, which has decided to give up and go
rogue on him just as his shift starts. He yelps as the steamer sprays a hot jet
on his arm and stares at it balefully, hating all technology. Maybe he could
get Laura or Derek to fix it, they could both scare it to work.
 
“Need a hand ,little one?” A familiar voice laughed from behind him. Stiles
physically jumped.
 
It was strange to watch an author fix a coffee machine much swifter than Stiles
could. But at least now it was fixed before they opened up to the customers.
Peter smiled at the younger boy before he made his way back to his regular
seat. Laura appeared from the kitchen,why didn’t she help?
 
“Just so you know Peter has never worked an honest day in his life” Laura
mumbled to Stiles with her mouth curled upwards. She was hinting he helped
Stiles for the sake of getting Stiles to like him.
Stiles looked at her confused. “Have you never been hit on before?” She gasped
nearly dropping the pot of freshly made coffee. “How is that possible,honey?”
Stiles shrugged before he went to the back of the kitchen .
 
Stiles tore the wafer thin sheet of paper from the small string-line holding
the multitude of orders in each day. He scanned the small square piece of
paper. It read.
X 2 Pecan pie
X 1 Ice water
X 1 Green tea
To table 4.
Stiles lent out of the kitchen hatch to view the table that sat about six foot
away from where he stood. He was both pleasantly shocked and revealed to see
that it was Scott and Alison sat at table 4.
Stiles prepared the two orders of pecan pie and placed the neatly sliced
triangles of cake down onto square plates before setting them on top of the
tray next to the ice water and green tea he had prepared a little before.
Exiting from the kitchen he looked over at the couple. They sat across from
each other giving the gooeyest statements to each other. Alison sat with a
slice of mouth watering pecan pie in front of her while Scott had a piece
double the size of hers. They linked their fingers into one anothers leaning
over for a gentle peck. Stiles caught himself for a moment gawking at his
friend. Happy for him, joyess in fact.
 
He wanted that.
 
His eyes drifted towards the older man who seemed to be with him lately. He had
glasses on as he stared at his laptop screen. He didn’t noticed Stiles staring
at him ,neither did Stiles notice he started smiling as he looked at him.
Stiles carried the pie and drinks to his friends table he couldn’t help but act
like an idiot around Scott.
 
“Whose the dude with glasses who keeps staring at you when you aren’t looking?”
Allison asked happily as she sipped on her Green tea. Stiles struggled for
words before he sighed through his nose and turned on his heels and back to the
kitchen, yet he was intercepted by Peter, who grabbed his hand and asked him a
question.
 
“ Would I be able to take you to see a movie?” Peter asked kindly. He looked
irresistible with those glasses. Stiles just nodded furiously.
 
…...
“Soo...How was your date with Uncle Cracker?” Laura chuckled at her own joke.
Stiles just gave her evils, she was the one pushing this.
“Dude !Dude! Stiles. It's kicking ,feel.” Erica bellowed at the boy behind the
counter who jumped over it so he could feel it kick for the first time. Laura
smiled before she went to the kitchen to make breakfast with Derek and Isaac,
who seemed conjoined at the hip.
 
They both couldn’t stop beaming at each other as Stiles felt the little foetus
kicking, it was such an extraordinary thing. Another life was inside of her
which she helped create.
 
“Can I have my coffee please? Some of us actually have work to do other than
getting pregnant and scrounging around.” A aggravated customer grunted as he
waited in front of the counter, he had only just got there. Stiles rolled his
eyes at the guy. “Your parents must be so proud.” That was a tough spot for
both of them, considering Erica's parents abandoned her and Stiles got
defensive when his parents were brought up.
 
“Shut the fuck up you douche bag , you know nothing about me” Erica screeched
at the business man “Get back to your boring ass life where you aren’t content
with your menial work so you have to pick on fucking teenagers,dickhead” Stiles
wanted to diffuse the situation but all that was running through his head was
all the things that could go wrong and he was panicking. Would the man have the
nerve to hit her? He looked angry enough to murder.
“Hopefully you will be a better father than your dad. Maybe this kid won't kill
it's mom” The dickhead spat at Stiles.
He couldn’t breathe. The air wasn’t going to his lungs, it wasn’t even going
through his throat it just got stuck in his mouth and got breathed out again.
Shallow breathes. His head was feeling heavy compared to the rest of his body
and he felt like he was spinning. He fell to the ground, tears streaming down
his face as he felt overwhelmed. Drowning. In panic .
 
The next thing he knew the business man whimpered as he limped out of the diner
clutching at his crotch.
 
“Stiles, its okay, Stiles? Fuck,it hurts to be on my knees” Erica cried as she
shook Stiles trying to get him to come back to reality.
Peter appeared from nowhere and Erica was okay and served the customers who
were waiting,apologizing to everyone, Erica mostly.
 
“Stiles, come back,he is gone now. And apparently according to your pregnant
friends kick he wont be having children.” Peter soothed chuckling at the end
before he shrugged his shoulder in a 'what the heck' way and softly placed his
lips against Stiles.
He's seen kisses mean nothing, except a shameless attempt to take the pain away
with nearly every available mouth. Peter's lips were chapped against his, and
after a second, his tongue slipped wetly against Peter's lower lip. He couldn't
help it; as Stiles attempted to deepened the kiss, he arched into Peter,
pressing against him everywhere that he could reach. The kiss was just meant to
calm him not turn into this and Peter was allowing it, even wanted it.
Peter pulled away a guilty look on his face, Stiles' eyes were closed as he
clutched at the older man's shoulders.
“Thank you” Stiles whispered hardly audible. Peter smiled at him before he was
interrupted by Erica.
“Laura says you should go home , that today shouldn’t be that busy and you are
in the position to work.” Erica yawned tired even though the day had just begun
but she was in her third trimester. She was fucking huge and looked absolutely
stunning. Boyd was a lucky man.
“I cant drive in this state” Stiles pointed out.
“Can't help you out, I can't even reach the counter top in the diner, let alone
the steering wheel of your Jeep. I'm walking right now to go meet Boyd, want to
come?” Erica suggested.
“Or you can stay in my bed upstairs” Peter randomly said. It was a good idea ,
Stiles guessed, easy to get too and if something went wrong he wasn’t home
alone.
 
Peter gripped Stiles’ significantly thinner hand into his and pulled him up off
of the diner floor. Peter then confidently lead the younger male through the
diner still keeping a firm hold of his hand despite a slight protest on Stiles’
part. His cheeks flared a vibrant pink as the customers took nosey peeks at the
‘couple’. Peter forced the clear glass door open using the palm of his hand,
they burst through it and took a harsh left up the black spiral stair case
leading up to six bed-sit rooms. The one numbered one was the room he was
staying in.
 
He guided Stiles to the comfy looking double bed then with a swoon worthy smile
left. Stiles shrugged off his jeans and shirt feeling slightly guilty for being
in just his boxers in someone else’s bed but it would be weirder to search
through his draws for comfortable clothing. He snuggled into the pillows
pulling the quilt up passed his mouth just under his nose, they smelled like
Peter.
 
Stiles was awoken by a different sound, a clang of a door hitting a wall
gently. Stiles stared at the man in front of the bed.
“I didn’t think you'd wake up, you've been asleep all morning.” Peter gulped as
he stood in the middle of his room in just a fluffy towel.
“Colour me aroused.” Stiles murmured unable to take his eyes off of him. Peter
wanted him, like wanted to so fucking bad.
Oh,fuck it!
Peter threw the quilt off of Stiles,grabbing him by his ankles and pulling him
down to the end of the bed,he knocked Stiles' legs open with his knees and
place himself in-between them ,not caring about his towel and it slowly slipped
from his waist. The younger boy stared up at him and blinked,shocked. He meant
it teasingly,he was aroused but he didn’t expect the man to react.
Peter's lips crushed against his, his tongue begging for entrance whilst his
hand rubbed at the boy's half hard on through his boxers.
“Sleeping in my bed half naked, how very presumptuous of you.” Peter whispered
in his ear before sucking on his earlobe. Stiles gasped and tried to explain
how it would have been uncomfortable to sleep in his jeans but he got the
feeling Peter didn’t really care.
“Pet...ah”Stiles moaned as his nails dug into the man's shoulders. Peter got
down on his knee's pulling down Stiles' boxers as he did. The younger boy
shivered as Peter ran his tongue up the shaft , playing with the slit on the
tip before he took his whole cock in his mouth and sucked with a lot of
enthusiasm. Stiles' toes were curled and every muscle in his legs and thighs
were twitching as his moans echoed throughout the room. And probably the whole
diner.
 
“No one has done this to you before have they?” Stiles shook his head
violently, his hips bucking begging for more. “Patience ,little one. Maybe you
would like to learn how to do it?” Immediately the boy was kneel on the bed
waiting for Peter to get on. “Wow I like the enthusiasm but not today, get on
all fours.” Stiles did as he was told but that didn’t mean he wasn’t blushing
when Peter spread his ass cheeks. There is no dignity when it comes to this,
yet, Stiles was hell of a ready to lose his V card.
 
Stiles shivered and gasped when he felt the cold liquid dribble on his ass.
Peter spread his cheeks tease his opening, circling his fingers around the
puckered hole, and he felt Stiles tense up. He let one finger ease it’s way
past the tight ring of muscle and into the tight warmth, Stiles making a sound
somewhere between a gasp and whine , a small noise escaping his heavenly mouth
each time Peter curled his finger. He slowly inserted another finger and
scissored the two, Stiles keeping his eyes squeezed shut and rutting against
the digits inside him. Peter inserted a third finger, causing Stiles to let out
a low whimper. His curled and scissored his fingers, trying to get him fully
stretched for his length. Stiles squirmed and writhed against him, letting out
a loud gasp when Peter found his prostate. He rubbed against it lightly with
all three fingers and Stiles seemed to go insane at the overwhelming sensation,
vigorously moving himself around in tight circles, trying to get Peter’s
fingers deeper.
 
“Peter fuck me please,pleasse” Stiles implored . Peter pulled his fingers out
and motioned for the boy to get to the end of the bed. Peter positioned himself
so that he was leant on the backboard and he guided the boy to straddle his
cock. He slowly lowered the boy onto his member by holding his hips gently
until he was practically sitting on his lap, Stiles was uncomfortable but he
was trying to move yet Peter wouldn’t let him not wanting him to get hurt.
Stiles gripped onto Peter's shoulders as the man would not stop looking in his
eyes. Stiles slowly lifted himself back up before lowering himself quickly,
Peter thrusting his hips up again at the same time to meet the older lad’s.
Stiles let out another cry, obviously not caring about keeping quiet, while
Peter tried to hold back his own cry at the feeling and at the sounds Stiles
was making.
“God you are so tight”
The two continued moving at a steady pace, Stiles lowering himself as Peter
thrusted into him, Stiles’ grip on his shoulders tightening and shaking. Peter
reveled in the tight warmth that was Stiles, rubbing against his cock in all
the right ways. Peter reached a hand down to stroke Stiles’ throbbing length
and Stiles shuddered, his grip tightening further.
 
“Peter ,I am so close. Fuck. ” Thank god for panic attacks otherwise he would
not of lost his virginity to the man of his dreams. He's biting his lip trying
to keep from making noise, body tensing as orgasm nears ,Peter crashed their
lips together as he speeds up his hand rhythm ,tightening as he gets closer
himself. Stiles moans Peter's name loudly as he comes over Peter's stomach
mostly and his own. Peter thrusts up into the boy once more before he bites
into his shoulder to stifle the orgasm,coming inside the boy.
 
It felt strange to Stiles but he also felt full.
 
He pulled himself off of the man then collapsed on to his sticky sweaty chest.
 
“I hope that was satifactory” Peter chuckled still trying to catch his breathe.
 
“Fuck you that was magnificent”
 
“I'm sorry honey but you already did that.”
 
Stiles chuckled against the older man, it vibrating though him before Peter
wrapped his arms around him in a embracing hug. Both smiling as their chest
rose and fell together. Stiles could hardly hear the whispered words of 'I love
you' over their breathing. Yet he did. He heard it. And it was mutual. 
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