Scott was busy having a heated argument with his mother. She did not want him leaving town on Friday for boys' night. She seemed to be suffering from the delusion that the term was a euphemism for some dangerous werewolf battle.

'That's enough Scott!' she snapped shrilly. 'To your room now!'

He grumbled and glowered at her darkly before ascending the stairs with the werewolf speed which always made her a little uncomfortable. He hurried to his room and banged the door loudly. Sighing, he sat down at his desk.

He began doing his Chemistry homework slowly, distracted when it began to rain outside. He looked at his windowpanes, which seemed like melting silver across an inky sky. There was something charged in the air tonight, he could almost feel it.

There was a knock at the door.

'Not now, Mom,' he said agitatedly.

The door opened, and something about the slowness of the motion made Scott turn around to see who it was. It was Isaac, with his white shirt plastered wetly onto the contours of his impressive chest. Scott looked at him in surprise while trying to reign in his sudden feeling of arousal.

'I – I was wondering if I could ask you a favour?'

'Yeah?' said Scott gently.

'Derek kicked me out,' Isaac stated without preamble. 'So I was wondering if – if I could stay here for a while?'

Scott was suddenly overcome with affection for Isaac. He looked absolutely pitiful with his messed up hair and wet clothes. He felt a strong surge of hatred for Derek, who knew what Isaac had been through and had still been so callous.

'Of course you can, man,' said Scott. 'Let me show you the spare room.'

He got up excitedly and smiled at Isaac. If Isaac was going to stay with him, it would definitely be fun. Maybe his grin was too huge because Isaac's eyebrow quirked up inquisitively. Scott approached him slowly and made to leave.

Isaac's grip was steel iron. Scott gasped at the electricity he felt from the contact.

'Wait, don't you need to ask your Mom first?'

Oh, right. This wasn't really the best time to be asking favours from his mother but it couldn't be helped.

'Yeah, um, I'll go talk to her. But first let me get you some towels.'

Scott quickly rustled up some of the spare towels and gave them to Isaac, who accepted them gratefully. He then went to where his mother sat in the kitchen, calmly chewing on her casserole.

'Hey, Mom –

'It's okay, honey, I know you're sorry –

'Ha ha,' snorted Scott. 'As if.'

She looked absolutely terrifying with narrowed eyes.

'Okay, okay, I am,' he said quickly, hoping to warm her up.

'Good,' she said, relieved.

When he lingered in the doorway, she shrugged in a carefree manner before taking another bite.

'There's something else I wanted to ask you. It's Isaac. He doesn't have a place to go. Can he stay with us for a bit?'

She brightened instantly.

'Of course he can!' she enthused. 'He's such a nice kid. He'll keep you out of trouble.'

Later, as Scott lay in bed, he couldn't help but laugh when he remembered his mother's words. The feeling of arousal he had gotten upon seeing Isaac had only gotten stronger as time went by. He'd always had a bit of a crush on him, and now that crush had been ignited strongly. So, Isaac looked great with his see through T shirt clinging to him. He needed to get over it. He didn't want Isaac to get uncomfortable and leave.

The next morning, Isaac smiled sweetly through Scott's banter with his mom. Melissa insisted on spoiling Isaac with pancakes while Scott was punished for his insolent arguing last night with cereal.

'This is so unfair,' he grumbled.

Isaac laughed at that, and Scott looked up. The sight of Isaac laughing was so adorable that he couldn't help but grin too.

'Now hurry up before you're late for school.'

'Actually, I was thinking –

His mom came up to him, holding the spatula in front of his face with dead focus. Scott gulped.

'Nothing, I was thinking nothing,' he amended quickly, and Isaac laughed again.

'You guys are cute,' Isaac remarked.

'Oh, I am,' said Melissa confidently. 'But not this one.'

'Naw, I think he's the cutest,' Isaac argued.

Just then Scott felt Isaac's foot nudge his under the table. He felt a growing hardness in his jeans and looked up at Isaac, amazed. Isaac smirked, and Scott realized he was being flirted with.

Scott swallowed nervously before getting on the motorcycle. He didn't want Isaac to hear how loud his heart would be once Isaac put his lanky arms around him. Worse yet, how would he hide the erection which was definitely just waiting to happen?

Isaac seemed totally nonchalant about the prospect of riding on the bike with Scott. He settled in snugly behind Scott and grabbed him around the waist. Damn, there it was. Scott felt a surge of longing go through him.

He started the bike and then shot off down the street at a respectably human pace. Isaac's hands began to trail downwards. At first Scott thought nothing of it, focusing on the driving. But then when Isaac began to stroke his stomach softly, he gasped a little. Isaac laughed in his ear, and Scott found himself reddening.

Isaac didn't just stop there. He reached further down so that his right hand rested firmly atop Scott's growing dick. Scott swore loudly and barely avoided crashing into a stop sign.

'What do you think you're doing?' he hissed.

'Who, me?' said Isaac. 'I'm just going to school with you.'

'Your hand –

'Get your mind out of the gutter, Scott, I was only trying to hold on securely. You know what they say about motorbikes and accidents.'

Scott shook his head in exasperation but didn't push the matter. Victorious, Isaac began to rub the length of Scott's dick through his jeans. He got more and more turned on until it reached a point where he felt he might come. So he stopped the bike suddenly in a decrepit parking lot and hopped off.

'The hell, dude? Did you want me to crash?'

Isaac laughed again as he sidled off the motorcycle, thrusting his hips forth in a motion which had Scott turning away to hide his erection.

'I'm sorry,' Isaac said. 'No more funny business.'

Scott turned back to him, and was a bit taken aback by how close Isaac was standing. Isaac grinned devellishly as he closed the distance between them in one swift motion. Scott was suddenly focused on how full and perfect Isaac's lips were and how it would feel to press his own to them.

'What are you looking at, McCall?'

'Nothing,' said Scott, shaking his head.

Isaac laughed and then reached out suddenly to once again stroke Scott's dick. Before Scott could react, he darted away and settled back onto the bike with yet another annoying smirk.

Scott groaned. It was going to be a long ride to school.

'I'll only do this if you promise to not – you know –

Isaac grinned. 'To not what?'

'Shut up, you know what I mean. No distracting me.'

Isaac nodded seriously, and Scott sat on the bike. Isaac gripped him well above his waist, as if to show that he wouldn't cause any more trouble.

They were nearly to school when Isaac's hands ghosted up and began to twist Scott's nipples. Scott moaned, causing Isaac to pull harder.

'Stop, stop,' he whispered, trying to keep his focus on the road.

Isaac's mouth was suddenly at his ear and Scott was nearly delirious with the desire to come. His dick throbbed due to neglect in his jeans.

'Oh, Scotty, this is too easy,' Isaac whispered.

But he withdrew his hands and mouth all the same, and with a burst of speed, they finally arrived at school.

Stiles and Lydia regaled them in the hallway.

'Did you guys get here together?' demanded Lydia suspiciously.

'Yeah, Isaac's with me now,' said Scott quickly.

Lydia's eyebrows shot up. Isaac grinned.

'He means that I'm staying with him,' Isaac corrected.

'Did something happen with Derek?' Stiles asked.

'He's being weird. There isn't even any monster clamouring for our death right now, so I guess it's some deep, personal conflict. Maybe he wants to be closer to his sister. She's been pretty shaken up after the whole mess with the Alpha Pack and the Darach.'

'Well, I have news,' said Lydia, blushing.

'What is it?' said Stiles, his face set with disappointment.

'I'm going out with him,' she said.

'With who?' said Scott.

'Derek,' whispered Isaac.

'WHAT NO LYDIA YOU CANNOT HE'S A WEIRD SOCIOPATH –

'This is probably why he kicked you out, Isaac,' Scott commented.

'LYDIA PLEASE YOU LISTEN TO ME –

'Calm down, Stiles. I know what I'm doing,' she snapped, before heading off to her first class of the day.

Scott felt Isaac's breath in his ear again and made to turn around but found his wrists being restrained by Isaac's powerful hands.

'Feeling dirty, Scott?'

Stiles cleared his throat loudly and the two boys sprang apart. Scott didn't understand why he was the one being embarrassed when Isaac had been the one who had come on to him.

Stiles was eager to talk about this development.

'You two seem to like each other.'

'I guess so,' admitted Scott. 'He's being so – so seductive. It's driving me mad. He doesn't realize that if he doesn't stop I'll end up fucking him.'

'Which isn't a bad thing,' grinned Stiles.

'Yeah,' said Scott, absent-mindedly. He was busy imagining all the things he would do to Isaac as soon as they got home. He would teach him a lesson for messing with the Alpha.

At the end of the school day, Scott found Isaac perched atop the bike, brooding. When he saw Scott, he flashed him a huge grin.

'Come on, Scott. Let's see how good you are at keeping your focus.'

Scott shook his head as he neared Isaac. He ducked his head low as he took his bag off his shoulders. And then he sprang on Isaac suddenly, kissing him furiously. Isaac gasped, and Scott took advantage to invade Isaac's mouth. He moved his tongue along the inner side of Isaac's upper lip and sucked on it for good measure. Isaac began to kiss him back, but Scott dominated him, biting roughly with his teeth, almost drawing blood.

When Scott pulled away, he was the one grinning. Isaac shook his head, dazed.

'What's the matter, Isaac? Cat got your tongue?' Scott asked cheerfully as he started the bike and they rode off.

Isaac recovered from the attack soon enough. They were riding along a deserted side-road when Isaac's hand snaked down. Scott groaned when Isaac undid the button of his jeans and pushed his hand inside. He was forced to stop the bike then. He closed his eyes and settled back against Isaac, as Isaac's long fingers began to stroke his dick under his boxers.

'Why did you stop?' Isaac asked Scott, his mouth hovering near Scott's.

'Shut up and jerk me off already. You've kept me longing the entire fucking day, Isaac.'

Isaac grinned and withdrew his hand. Scott refused to open his eyes or push himself away from the comfort of Isaac's torso and the sound of his breathing.

Isaac bent down to nuzzle at Scott's neck. Scott sighed.

'Why'd you stop? You can't do that. You can't get me turned on and then just leave me there.'

'You're so bitchy when you're horny,' Isaac whispered.

'Fine,' snapped Scott. 'I'll do it myself.'

Without further ado, he reached into his already open jeans and took his manhood in his hand. Almost immediately, Isaac was laughing.

'Why not wait till we get home? I don't want to see you being all touchy feely with yourself.'

Scott ignored him, and instead turned back to kiss him again. Isaac was taken by surprise and he didn't resist. When Scott was done, he grinned as Isaac's hand slid under Scott's jeans without further comment.

'You're not as in control as you think,' Scott murmured into Isaac's hair.

Isaac snorted and pumped Scott harder. Scott's dick grew impossibly larger and he knew he wasn't far away now. He pulled Isaac up roughly from his neck to his mouth. He grinned as Isaac groaned into his mouth, melting away any semblance of control he had remaining.

Scott came forcefully into Isaac's hands and Isaac grinned as he withdrew his hand, covered slickly with whitish semen. Scott didn't stop him when he proceeded to rub the fluid all over Scott's face. He leaned back into the comfort of Isaac's torso.

'Now that you're satisfied, can we get a move on?'

Scott didn't reply. Instead, he pulled Isaac off the bike and began kissing him again. Isaac laughed breathily but just like before, let Scott do what he wished. Scott tangled his right hand in the mass of Isaac's beautiful curls, twisting them enough to cause pain while his other hand roamed below, pressing Isaac's ass to himself. Isaac had both of his hands on Scott's face, holding him gently. When Scott broke away, they both were panting.

'Now I'm satisfied. But you've been a real bad boy, Isaac. Just you wait. I'd suggest locking your door tonight. Who knows, maybe I'll creep in to fuck you when you're asleep.'

'I'd say the same to you, McCall,' said Isaac.

When they got home, they found a note from Melissa saying that she would be working late and that there was money for pizza on the kitchen counter. Isaac wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as Scott walked numbly through the kitchen, a world of possibilities opening up.

Isaac sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen, watching Scott carefully.

'So, what do you want to do?' he asked casually.

Scott laughed. 'You know what I want to do.'

Isaac blushed.

'Patience, McCall. You haven't even taken me out to a real date yet. I'm not a cheap fuck, you know.'

Scott grinned. 'Fine, we're going out for dinner tonight.'

There was a knock on the door and before they could react, it was wrenched open. A few seconds later, Stiles hurried into the kitchen.

'There you are! Do you guys realize that Friday night is like tomorrow night? We need to fine-tune our plan for the getaway!'

Scott groaned. 'My mom said no.'

'Such a Mama's boy, honestly,' Isaac said snidely.

Stiles laughed. 'Has he become your boy yet?'

'Oh, he will.'

Isaac's voice was full of confidence, and it had Scott blushing furiously.