| HALF ONE, Danny Likes Everybody |

"McCall, get over here!" Finstock yelled as they got back into the locker room. "What the hell was that?" Scott looked at him perplexed. "That last shot, what was that? I told you before, this is not the gymnastics team."

"Are you being serious, coach?" Scott began. "I mean, we did win the game."

"True, but no one likes a show-off."

Scott only shrugged, recalling every time he'd seen Jackson Whittemore show-off, even during Scott's freshmen year.

"Just…no more leaping if you can help it, alright?" Scott nodded and walked off to get out of his sweat-laden gear.

"I swear the man gripes just because he can," Isaac said lowly as Scott walked up next to him, the blonde already unlatching his knee guards.

"He means well…I think," Scott added as he tore his jersey over his head.

"Are we still on for tonight?" Isaac said, stripping out of his under-armour and down to his jock.

"Yeah," Scott said, smirking at the thought of their plans.

"Good game, Scott," Danny said from behind them, changing next to the parallel lockers.

"You, too, Danny," Scott said, turning back to smile at his awesome goalie.

"Hey, McCall!" called Finstock again, now in office. Scott sighed to himself, clad only in his boxer-briefs and a beater now. He shuffled over to the office and walked in. "How's Stilinski?"

"Uh—"

"Is he gonna' be able to play next week? 'Cuz I really don't wanna' have to play Greenberg if I don't have to."

"He should be able to, but I'll check with him over the weekend and see how he's feeling."

"Alright, buddy. Just let him know that he better be ready, though, or else I may have to reconsider his position on first line." Scott nodded eagerly and hurried out. He found the locker room to be emptier than he'd left it, finding only Isaac, Danny (both fully dressed), and Ramirez still left; the former two were recounting a specific play that was exceptionably memorable.

"You guys ready to go?" Scott asked, walking over to them and proceeding to dress himself in loungier clothes.

"Yeah, so hurry up," Isaac teased, turning back to Danny to keep talking while Scott slipped on a large-sized t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts.

As they walked out to the parking lot, Danny inquired further. "So you're living together right?"

"Yep," Scott replied, helmet in hand. "Since last year."

"How is that?"

"Scott's mom is an amazing cook," Isaac replied without missing a beat. Danny smiled and dug into his pocket for his keys to his Yaris.

"Have you heard from Ethan?" Scott asked, though hesitantly; it was an obvious sore subject for him. Danny only shook his head lightly and they reached the lot.

"Night, alpha," Danny said, smirking at Scott. Scott smiled back, exchanged a five-shake with him, and Danny nodded at Isaac.

"Have a good weekend," Isaac said and he and Scott diverged for Scott's motorcycle. They stopped next to it, Isaac placing his helmet on the seat as they pretended to have a conversation before going home. Danny's car finally started up, his lights flashing on, and he drove off. Once Scott's second beta was out of hearing distance the alpha finally sighed. "Why aren't we telling him again?" Isaac asked. "It's Danny…of all people that'd understand and accept us, it'd be him."

Scott shrugged as they walked back towards the building. "I just don't want it getting around. 'Cuz of her."

"Why does it matter what Allison thinks? She's not gonna' start hunting us because of that."

"I just…I dunno.' Maybe we'll tell Danny."

"Just think about it," Isaac said, wrapping his arm around Scott's backside and slipping his hand into the outer pocket of his shorts. Scott grinned up at the blonde and Isaac winked back at him. When they entered the building again, rather quietly, Isaac removed his hand and they crept through the building back towards the locker room, listening intently for any other heartbeats in the hallways and then in the lacrosse headquarters.

Deciding the coast was clear, they walked into the dark locker room and Isaac turned around, facing Scott and leading him over to the benches. Isaac's back bumped up against one of the lockers and Scott leaned forward, wiping the smirk off of the blonde's face as he stole a number of passionate kisses from his lips. Their lips molded together, their tongues sliding back and forth as Scott grinded against his secret boyfriend.

Isaac slipped his hands down to Scott's shorts-clad bum and squeezed through the fabric, pulling his alpha closer and harder into him. "Mmph," Scott moaned, feeling Isaac's erection frot hard against his lower abdomen. Scott brought his hands to Isaac's waist, trying to do the same but unable to as Isaac slipped his hands beneath Scott's two waistbands.

…

Danny pulled back into the parking lot, having sworn aloud and making a U-turn after he realized he'd left a vital textbook in his locker. "Hopefully it's still unlocked," Danny grumbled to himself, walking past Scott's bike as he did so. He made a mental note of curiosity, but it was only when he reached his locker that a red flag in his head went up. "They're not…crap." He closed his eyes and made his best attempt at heightening his hearing. And for a short few seconds, his maltrained attempts worked.

His ears pointed him in the direction of the locker room. His nose, however, failed to pick up any scents of blood—possibly a good thing. Yet, his nose did pick up something: a smell that was all too familiar. And his werewolf hearing deciphered a couple sounds beneath the constant drumming of a few of the shower heads: moaning. "Maybe Isaac took off and Scott stayed behind to…oh wow he really is in there with someone." He could hear the skin on skin and, every now and then, a whimper.

Danny slowly and quietly crept into the room, careful not let the door close all the way by placing his textbook between it and the frame. Using his stealth tricks Scott had tried to teach him, Danny got in view of the shower and was stunned to see the sight before him: arms stretched out straight against the wall was Isaac Lahey, head drooped as their alpha pounded into him from behind. Scott's hands were gripping tight around Isaac's hips as he thrust into the beta, his cheek flush with Isaac's back so his head was such that one could only see the back of it.

Danny's mouth fell open and he quietly leaned against one of the locker ends. His hand quickly slipped into his tightened skinny jeans and gripped his aching erection. It was that ass. That tan ass that clenched and loosened each time its hips thrust forward. And those legs. The wet hair, the muscles, the sheen. Danny's breathing quickly roughened. His dick ached with excitement at seeing the pair. At seeing Scott.

"…fuck…" he heard Isaac pant and he tugged even harder, tighter. Scott's arms moved, changing so that one was wrapped around Isaac's abdomen and the other's hand was pumping Isaac's dick. "Hah…Scott…" Isaac breathed out, visibly pushing back against the brunette. Scott's head turned so the bridge of his nose was aligned with Isaac's skin, his eyes clearly clenched and his jaw completely fallen, his breath even more exhausted than Danny's as he let out a pleasured gasp.

Danny picked up on every detail. And every detail brought him that much closer. His body was on a power surge of enthrallment. Lust pulsed through his body with every stroke and every detail. The thrusts. The swearing. The nipping. The exhaling. It was all too much. He'd never been turned on so much, Ethan only coming close as they never made it far enough to be this hot. And Danny loved it. He loved watching them. The pure sight of Scott pounding into Isaac. In the shower. In the school locker room. The steam illuminated only by the moonlight. His head fell back against the metal casing he leaned against.

And that's when he made a sound.