| HALF TWO, Bed Days and Brunch |

Scott's eyes slowly opened, his consciousness returning to him even slower. It was like he was in a hotel: the room was barely lit, he was sunk deep into the center of the mattress, and a fluffy set of coverings lay all the way up to his neck. He smiled as he snuggled deeper into the smush, reaching behind him only to not find Isaac there.

He rolled over and saw that, yes, Isaac was gone from the bed—but recently. The spot where he curled up behind Scott was still warm. Scott listed his torso up by an arm when the door to their bedroom opened. There his beauty stood carrying a tray, clad in absolutely nothing. Scott grinned and Isaac smirked back at him. "Morning," Isaac said.

"Good morning indeed," Scott said, still dressed in yesterday evening's clothes. He checked Isaac's body up and down, marveling in the sight before him. Isaac walked over and leaned down, kissing him as he gently rested the tray on Scott's lap. Scott slapped his ass, Isaac yipping and Scott laughing into their kiss. Isaac pulled up and slid between the sheets next to him, sliding the tray over so it was equally resting on their thighs.

Resting on the tray were two plates—each settled with two slices of French toast—a smaller plate with bacon, a dipping bowl filled with syrup, and one glass of orange juice. "Extra cinnamon, just like your mom makes it."

"Thanks, mom," Scott teased, bumping his shoulder into Isaac's.

"Stiles called by the way," Isaac said just before stuffing his face.

"Did he?"

"Said to call him sooner rather than later," Isaac said through chewing, a dribble of syrup slipping between his lips and down his chin. Scott leaned over and licked it up, pulling back and seeing Isaac with a weirded-out face.

"What?"

Isaac just rolled his eyes and swallowed. "You're just…"

"What?" Scott repeated, his grin widening.

"Eat your damn breakfast," Isaac just said, chomping into a piece of bacon. Scott leaned over and pecked his cheek before cutting into his French toast. They ate rather silently during the rest of the meal, awkwardly bumping each other's hands as they both went for the orange juice at the same time; Isaac ceded it and returned the licking-favor when orange ran down Scott's chin. Scott laughed and passed Isaac the near-empty glass as he finished his last bit of toast.

"I needed that," Scott finally said, leaning back into the pillow and rubbing his stomach.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Isaac replied, moving to get up.

"Stay," Scott said, hooking their arms. "It's Saturday."

"You need to call Stiles," Isaac retorted and unhooked himself, grabbing the tray and standing up. "I'm gonna' clean everything up. Talk to him and when you're done, come find me."

Scott nodded and leaned over onto his side grab his cell phone from the nightstand. He selected Stiles' number and let the phone do the rest.

| BD&B |

When Scott found Isaac again, the blonde was glowing beneath the heavy sun of their bay window. He was seated on their couch, reading the second installment of Stephenie Meyer's Children of the Moon series, still as naked as he was two hours ago. "How is it?"

"Meh," Isaac replied.

Scott lifted Isaac's outstretched legs on the couch, sat down, and placed them back on top of his lap. "And yet you're still reading it."

"It's just interesting to see fictional interpretations of us. There's actually some interesting ideas in here. Some things I'd like to have. But once again, the storyline is kinda'…eh."

"We don't shimmer and glow do we?"

Isaac grinned. "No, we don't." He placed the book pages down and looked up at Scott. He was changed out of last night's clothes into something fresh and he had a mixed face: half pensive, half content. "How's Stiles?"

"He's doing alright. He and Jackson had a bit of a fight last night but it sounds like they made up."

"What else is new?"

"Right? They're getting a new place. A bigger one."

"Why?"

"One of Jackson's packmates needs a place to live. I don't really know the details but it sounds like their alpha isn't really the hey-I-need-help-type."

"Like Derek."

"Like Derek," Scott reaffirmed. "Anyways, they're getting a bigger place and from Stiles said I think it's closer to his office."

After Scott didn't continue, Isaac pressed him further. "So…what else?" Scott only shrugged. "You were on the phone for almost half of this book; what else?"

"Nothing, I just…they're moving a little fast and making decisions that…I dunno?'"

"What is it, Scott? They're not getting married, are they?" Isaac said, his tone suddenly changing.

"No, no," Scott said, laughing. "But…" Scott didn't finish and sighed.

"What. Is. It?"

"You know how Stiles is the godfather of one of his friend's kid?" Isaac nodded. "Well, his friend is having some legal trouble and if worse comes to worse, Stiles might end up raising the kid."

"Oh," Isaac replied, knowing where this was going.

"Yeah." They sat there quietly for several minutes, neither making eye contact but both stealing a concealed glance at the other when the other wasn't looking.

"I'm gonna' put something on," Isaac said, getting up and closing his book, leaving it bookmark-less on the coffee table. He walked into the bedroom and cracked the door behind him. Scott sighed again and sunk back into the couch, letting his head fall back onto the cushion. He closed his eyes and consciously controlled his breathing.

| BD&B |

Isaac didn't come out of the bedroom for at least an hour. When he did, he was dressed like he was ready to go out. His reddened eyes, however, spoke otherwise. "That new Indiana Jones movie came out today. It starts in an hour."

"Isaac, I—"

"Scott, I really don't want to talk about it right now. I just…I just wanna' enjoy today. It's been a rough couple days and I just…what are you—?" Scott just walked up to him and wrapped his arms around Isaac. He breathed out heavily against Isaac's neck and nuzzled in.

"Okay. We don't have to talk about it. Do you wanna' eat at the theater or grab something quick?"

Isaac resigned and returned the gesture, kissing into Scott's hair and swaying them a little. "Why are you always so damn understanding?"

Scott just shrugged. "At the theater or something quick?"

Isaac snorted into Scott's threads and squeezed him tight. He pulled back and kissed Scott's lips only once. "Thank you…you're…Jesus, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You're not answering the question," Scott teased, grinning up at him.

"Something quick," Isaac said with a smirk. "And let's sneak it in; like we used to."

"You got it," Scott said, winking at him.

| BD&B |

"Two for Indiana Jones and the Eye of Life, please," Isaac stated to the teller. The younger girl eyed the two guys and smiled, clearly finding both of them extremely attractive. Scott, the jealous type, slid up next to Isaac and tried to, as little obvious as possible, hooked his arm with Isaac's and rested his head up against the beta's shoulder, looking down at the tickets being printed. Isaac rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what Scott was doing and completed the transaction. They walked into the lobby and passed their tickets to the checker and headed for their designated theater. "If anyone who needs to worry about women getting involved, it's me," Isaac teased.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Scott replied as innocently as he could.

"I'm sure you don't," Isaac said skeptically.

Scott hooked their arms again. "I just want people to know that you're mine."

"I'll always be yours, Scott," Isaac said seriously.

"You're not gonna' propose right here, are you?"

Isaac snorted and just shook his head amusedly.

They walked into the theater and occupied two seats all the way in the back at the top. Isaac remained there to save their seats as Scott headed back for the concession stand to pick up drinks. Isaac pulled out his phone and inadvertently picked up a conversation between two 20-somethings—clearly a couple.

"I thought the last one was alright," the girl said. "I thought he was better as Jacen Solo."

"You would like Star Wars better," her boyfriend replied, clearly with a little disdain.

"Of course I do. The series is older and cooler. And more original. Not to mention it doesn't have that horrid Crystal Skull movie as part of it."

"Right, Star Wars only has three horrid films. And besides, a movie made 21 years ago doesn't exactly exemplify an entire series. It's one film…unlike Star Wars."

"Ronnie, just because you're an archaeology major doesn't make you an expert on films."

"Right, because your—"

"Back," Scott said, pulling Isaac from his eavesdropping.

"That was fast?" Isaac said as Scott plopped down next to him.

"What can I say: people just love my face." Isaac just raised his eyebrow. "There was a kid who opened up a new line and, for 'some reason' gave me free drinks."

"Wow…just wow." Isaac took a sip of his and pulled out the two aluminum-clad burgers stuffed under his jacket in the seat next to him. "Now I feel like a total asshole for sneaking these in."

"I don't," Scott said, grabbing his burger from him and smirking at him.

"Of course you don't," Isaac teased.

| BD&B |

Isaac collapsed onto their bed and Scott fell on top of him. The alpha stole a number of kisses from his beta before turning his head and just resting on top of him. The movie had been 'alright' and 'better than the last one.' The burgers were 'dry as shit,' as Isaac had commented. And they were both ready to kill Ronnie after he whipped out his cell phone for the fourth time—Isaac even let his eyes glow when he threatened the kid, knowing Ronnie would just attribute it to some strange lighting or glare from the screen.

"Thanks for a fun afternoon," Scott said into Isaac's neck.

"No, thank you for appeasing me." Scott just nuzzled in further. "You pick the next movie, 'cuz I know those aren't really your thing. I just wanted to see Harrison Ford."

"Even though he was only in one scene?"

Isaac nodded. "I think this was kind of a retirement film for him."

"Maybe." They sat there for a moment, just breathing. Breathing in each other. Listening to each other breathe. Listening to each other's heartbeats. Feeling the different weights and feels between them. "Oh, by the way," Scott began again, "Stiles also mentioned that they might be visiting for Thanksgiving."

"Really?"

"Yeah, Stiles' dad's been bugging him about it. I don't blame 'im—it's been two years since he's been home. And we both know Stiles can afford it."

"Ain't that the truth. Rich bastard."

Scott snorted. "Well maybe if you gave up teaching and founded a multi-million dollar company, then maybe we could travel Europe and not come home for two years."

"Why do I always have to be the proactive one?" Isaac teased back. "You're the alpha after all; why don't you take charge for once?"

"You want me to take charge?" Scott said, lifting up his head to peer into Isaac's face. The blonde smirked amusedly up at him, almost daringly. "Maybe I will more often," Scott said confidently and leaned back down to nip and suck at Isaac's neck. Isaac closed his eyes and he arched a little as Scott ran his hand under the blonde's shirt and drove it through Isaac's shorter chest hair.

"You should take charge more often," Isaac said, lifting his arms above his head to rest them on the bed.

"I think I might," Scott retorted as he nipped higher, caressing the man's chest firmer as he made his way up Isaac's neck, to his jaw, and to his lips where their passion really ignited.