The Games We Play
I'm Isaac Lahey
Warnings: Adult Themes and Profanity. F/F. M/M.
"Fuck," he breathed, resting his hands on his knees as he leaned forward and let out a small moan. "That was fucking amazing." Isaac Lahey sat down in his dressing room in one of the enormous lounge chairs and sighed contently. "I couldn't have asked for a better night."
"Everyone loved you out there," a brunette beside him commented. He rubbed the corners of his eyes and gave a devilish smirk at the girl whom he pitied. She was a groupie and groupies never got much from Isaac unless they were lucky. He thought about it for a moment and leaned over to press a kiss to the girls lips. "What was that for?"
"Nothing, can you get Stiles?" he sweetly asked, but you could hear the sinister tone behind his words. Girls – and guys – could not resist Isaac Lahey and maybe that's just what he wanted. Maybe it was the dark eye make-up, the curly dirty blonde hair, or that accent. The way his voice sounded like a melody when he was on stage performing almost every night with his band. Four men from England in a band called The Alphas.
He ran his fingers through his hair after an intense set just as his drummer Stiles came up and gave him a high-five.
"Man, we fucked shit up," Stiles comments and gives a smile.
"As always. Where the fuck is Scott?" Isaac asked, irritation lacing his words. The brunette girl Isaac had took pity on came back into the room with a smile. "Allison, be a gem and get Scott for me as well? Him and I have some very unfinished business to attend to." Allison gave a nod and walked away. "Fuck," Isaac said, taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up to press against his pursed lips. "Want a hit?"
"Nah thanks man, I have a date with Lydia, so I don't wanna smell like smoke."
"Ha, I like that you don't like smoking around her," Isaac winked and Stiles laughed. "Besides, what happened with you and Der?"
"Fuck that, it was a one-time thing and I was drunk, I'm not gay," Stiles protested. Isaac smirked at him. Stiles rolled his eyes. "Just because you like it doesn't mean I'm the same way." Isaac then rolled his eyes.
"Oh, stop being a pussy about it, I like diiiiiick," Isaac chuckled, taking the drag away from his lips to blow some smoke in Stiles' face. In walked Scott and Isaac shot him a smile. "Give us a minute?" Isaac asked.
"I'm heading out anyway."
"You aren't staying for the meet and greet?" Scott asked. "It's in twenty minutes."
"I'm picking up Lydia from the hotel and then I'm coming back. It'll take me five," Stile commented and then left.
"You know you really are an asshole," Scott muttered. "You shouldn't play with Alli like that, she's nice."
"And so are you, but I play with you all the time," Isaac whispered against his ear.
"Fuck you Isaac, I hate it when you smoke."
"You think it's sexy."
"Yeah, right. What did you need me for anyway?" Scott said, watching as Isaac rubbed the front of Scott's shirt between his thumb and index finger, the cigarette hanging out of his mouth. "Isaac," Scott groaned. Isaac sighed and took out the drag, tossing it on the floor and rubbing it into the carpet beneath his foot.
"Better?" he asked. Scott rolled his eyes. "What do you think I want you for?"
"To fuck with me, like usual."
"You know me so well Scotty," Isaac ran his fingers through Scotts hair and then he glanced towards the locked door. "Scotty…please?" he asked. Isaac leaned forward and pressed his lips to Scott's and Scott grimaced at the taste of Isaac's lips, but he was like a bad drug. A bad drug with delicious abs. Scott runs his fingers through his curls and Isaac moaned against his lips.
"Isaac, we have ten minutes."
"I can do it," he says hot against his ear as he pushes his hands up Scott's shirt.
"You're ridiculous," Scott breathes and gives Isaac a kiss. He stands up and Isaac grabs his wrist and pulls him back down into his lap. "You can get any girl or guy you want; what do you have to fuck with me all the time?" he asked, smiling as his fingers knotted in Isaac's hair.
"Because you're Scott McCall, you're my best friend."
"There's no other reason?" Scott asked, just as Allison came back in. "Fuck, Allison, hey."
"I uh… I didn't mean to interrupt."
"We were just wrestling and he ended up here, he's an ass," Isaac smirked. "How about after the meet and greet you and I go get a late night snack? Coffee and a scone, lovely?"
"I'd love that," she smiled. "You guys have five minutes."
"Perfect." And then she left. Scott got up and glared at Isaac.
"Fuck with me, or fuck with her, but don't fuck with both of us, I don't need this," Scott muttered, fixing his shirt. Isaac sat forward on the couch and reached up to caress his cheek.
"But Scott, why have just one, when I can have both?"
"What makes you so sure you can get both of us?" Scott asked, tearing Isaac's hand from his face. Isaac laughed and light himself up another drag.
"I'm Isaac Lahey and you both love me."
"You can't love a fuck buddy."
"You're forgetting about our senses, Scott," he hissed. "I know how you were feeling just then and you're still too head-clouded to keep your emotions in check. I could smell your arousal, it wasn't that difficult." Isaac took the opportunity to blow smoke up at Scott and the smell of nicotine and spearmint gum filled his nose and he sighed. "I can hear your heart racing."
"Well, I can smell your arousal, Isaac," Scott smirked and Isaac laughed.
"Ha no, that's still yours babe." Scott frowned and rolled his eyes.
"Fuck you. Be ready in two minutes."
"Will do, delicious!" Isaac called just as Scott slammed the door. Isaac blew some more smoke into the air and leaned back into the lounge chair, letting his body relax. "This will be a great tour."