Notes: Slight AU? Established relationship.
Stiles has a busted lip and his cheekbone has a bloody gash, with a slight bruise around his eye. The image churns uncomfortably in Isaac's stomach as he sets his hands on his face, but doesn't dare touch the wounds. Stiles smells hurt, sad and sick, so he guides him back to the bed, where Stiles was laying when Isaac slipped through his window.
"What're you doin' here?" Stiles mumbles, laying back down on his stomach. He looks completely exhausted, and Isaac toes out of his shoes and crawls in next to him. Stiles turns his head to be able to look at him, feels as Isaac hooks a leg around his thigh.
"I just wanted to check on you." Isaac whispers, because Stiles probably has a headache, lights out and his phone on the bedside table with the screen face down. He reaches out and runs a hand carefully over his hair, scooting himself in closer after. He lets his hand run down the back of Stiles' neck, to his back where he rubs soothingly, "I'm not even going to ask how you're doing."
"Thank you." Stiles whispers back, closing his eyes.
Isaac shakes his head softly, "Don't say that, you don't have to thank me."
"Hmm." Is all he gets back, and it's enough. He's actually happy Stiles doesn't open his mouth and talk, he doesn't need to right now.
Isaac leans in and rubs their noses together, feels Stiles lean up just a little. He smiles and ducks down, pressing a small kiss to his lips. He wants to be careful with him tonight, give him the comfort he needs. He presses another, and another, then one on his nose. He likes the lazy way Stiles smiles at that.
Stiles reaches out and cradles the young wolf's cheek, brings him in and carefully slides their lips together. The cut and bruise on his lip hurts, but he loves to kiss Isaac, so he pushes the thought of stopping away. Isaac stays away from biting at his bottom lip, favoring the top before pulling away.
"Stiles, can I try something?" His voice is still soft, "I don't think it'll hurt you."
"'Kay." He relaxes further when Isaac's hand settles on his face, even if the wolf's thumb is really close to his injured cheek. He can trust him. But when he feels this… momentary elation, tingling on his lip and cheekbone and Isaac's hand, his eyes shoot open, "Isaac, what—"
Isaac makes a soft noise before the feeling stops and he pulls his hand away - he knows he can't take all of Stiles' pain away, not like that; not with his powers - black veins protruding in his hand, down his wrist, "I wanted to help." He leans in and gives a soft, brushing kiss to his mouth, and this time Stiles doesn't feel any pain when their lips touch.
"Aw, Isaac." Stiles turns on his side and pulls the other teen in, takes his hand and rubs gently, places kisses as it returns to normal, "Thank you. Thank you."
Isaac accepts the bicep given to him as a pillow, and cuddles in close to his warmth. He loves these nights, when he gets to be here with Stiles, give and receive leisurely. Sure, tonight's a little different since Stiles is hurt, and that's the first time he's tried taking away pain with a person instead of animals, but it's still good.
Stiles laces their fingers together and holds their hands between them, against his chest. He leans in and kisses Isaac gently, traces his lips with his tip of his tongue until Isaac lets him in.
When they pull away, their breath warms the small space between them and Isaac tangles their legs together again, tucks his head into Stiles' chest and closes his eyes. Stiles chuckles softly, getting a face full of curls, "You smell like Johnson and Johnson's."
Isaac laughs softly, bringing their hands up to kiss his knuckles.