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"Scott!" Melissa huffed breathlessly, opening her son's door with a bang.
Scott jumped, shoving his headphones off of his head in surprise and looking at her with wide eyes. He was spread out on his bed, laptop sitting on his stomach as he aimlessly browsed waiting for either of his best friends, Stiles and Isaac, to come back online. The faint sound of guitars flowed from his discarded headphones.
"Mom? What-" Scott was cut off by the doorbell ringing for what he assumed wasn't the first time based on his mothers panicked face. He sat up straighter at the sound.
"Can you get that? I've been calling you, you need to keep your music down." She managed to look stern through her slightly flustered look and Scott had the decency to act sorry as he turned it off on his laptop.
Scott frowned, placing his laptop on his sheets and standing up to stretch. "Who is it? And why are you all dressed up?" He frowned, walking close to his mother, squinting accusatively.
"Well," Melissa smiled nervously, stepping out of the way so Scott could step into the hall. "I'm going on a date tonight."
"A date? With who?" Scott gasped in surprise.
"Just a man I met. Don't worry about it, just please get the door?"
"Yeah, sure. You look amazing by the way." Scott smiled, turning and making his way down the stairs as another knock on the door sounded.
"Be nice!" Melissa called, shuffling into her bathroom to fix her makeup.
Scott rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he jumped the last two steps of the stairs. He made his way to the door quickly before pulling it open. He shivered as a gust of wind blew in, wrapping around his legs. He suddenly regretted not swapping his shorts out for pants before coming downstairs.
"Hey, sorry. She's not-" Scott's breath hitched as he made eye contact with the man at the door.
He was hot. Scott couldn't think of another word to describe him. He was dressed nice, in a white button up that looked like it had been ironed and a brown knee length coat. Stubble covered the lower half of his face in a way that defined his cheekbones and his sharp blue eyes squinted slightly as he smiled down at Scott.
"-ready yet." Scott finished lamely before realising he had been staring at the man in front of him like a total creep.
"Sorry, I'm sorry. Come in." Scott invited hastily, stepping aside to let the man pass so he could close the door. Another shiver racked through him as he did so. The man smelled expensive, like a cologne that had a fancy car and a dog in the advert.
"This is a lovely home. I'm Peter by the way." The man greeted, his voice smooth like silk and Scott could only blame his reddening cheeks on the temperature.
Peter stuck his hand out in greeting, obviously expecting Scott to introduce himself. But the teen couldn't bring himself to do so, he was too busy staring again. He raised a shaky hand to clasp Peter's who shook. He didn't comment on how limp Scott's arm was.
"You must be Scott. Your mother's spoke about you." Peter filled in the silence, no doubt realising from Scott's awestruck expression that he wasn't going to respond himself.
He had been too busy ogling the man in front of him to remember he was here to take his mother on a date. He grimaced and scratched the back of his neck embarrassedly.
"N-Nothing bad, I hope." He smiled awkwardly, waiting until Peter looked away with a slight chuckle to cringe at himself.
"By the sound of it, there's nothing bad to be said of you." Peter grinned, his eyes quickly flickering over Scott's hunched over form. It made him feel self conscious in a way he hadn't since the first time he got changed in the locker room for lacrosse. It made him feel exposed, like Peter could see through his skin. Or worse, that printed across his face were the words ' you're the hottest man I've ever seen '.
Peter surveyed the room again, taking in the family pictures hung on the wall. His eyes fell on the closest one, a picture of Scott and his mother only a year after Rafael had left. They were both smiling in the picture. It was taken at Stiles' birthday party. Scott had his face painted like a dog.
Peter's smile seemed to drop as he took it in and he let out a breath as though he had surprised himself. He couldn't believe himself.
He was attracted to a teenager. A teenager whose mother he was taking on a date. A teenager that was young enough to be his son. But the boy looked so good with his hair messed up, as if he hadn't been expecting a visitor. His pyjama top was almost falling off one shoulder. It was slightly too big for him. The shorts he wore were almost begging Peter to look down and appreciate the bare skin of the boy's shapely legs. He recovered quickly, plastering another smile on his face that was just as bright.
Scott opened his mouth to break the silence, though he wasn't sure what to say. Thankfully, Melissa chose that moment to make her way down the stairs, a shy smile on her face.
"Peter! Hi, sorry I took so long." She greeted, reaching the bottom of the stairs.
Peter's eyes moved from Scott to Melissa in surprise, as though he hadn't seen her coming. "Melissa! Woah, you look beautiful." He smiled, reaching a hand out to take hers and kiss it.
Scott averted his gaze, choosing instead to stare at his sock-clad feet. He scolded himself mentally again for finding the older man attractive. He hadn't even told anyone he liked guys yet. He hugged himself as he waited for his mother and her date to finish exchanging pleasantries.
He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his mother clap, a sign she was ready to get going. Scott hugged her quickly as Peter opened the door.
"Have fun."
"Thank you, baby." Melissa grinned, smacking a kiss on his cheek before heading out the door.
Scott moved his gaze to the man, watching him through his bangs. Peter gave him one last once over before smiling kindly.
"See you again, Scott." He spoke softly before stepping out.
"Yeah." Scott whispered lamely, locking the door after them and thumping his head against it.
He groaned, peeking through the curtains to watch as the two adults sped away in a car that probably cost the same amount as Scott's house.
"Idiot!" He huffed once he was sure they were gone. He ran upstairs, jumping on his bed and firing back up his laptop to see he had a notification from both of his friends.
He opened Stiles' chat first, curling up to get comfortable as he read. He quickly typed out a message before hitting send.
'Dude u won't believe, my moms on a date'
He x'ed out of the chat before clicking back in, Stiles' response coming in in only a millisecond.
'did he look like an asshole???'
'is he rich?'
'is he gonna b ur new dad???'
Scott scoffed and rolled his eyes, clicking back out and then into his and Isaac's chat.
'Hey Scott sorry for being offline so long. My uncle's in town.'