It's Not the L Word.

Scott and Isaac stood a little too close for comfort with Derek and Stiles at either side of them as they continuously took pictures with fans and signed all sorts of crazy things. One girl asked Isaac to sign her breasts, to which he obliged and Scott and Allison alike rolled their eyes in disgust.

After the successful meet and greet the boys and their ladies spend a night on the town that they'll be spending the next four days in. As promised, sort of, Isaac took Allison out to coffee and Scott hung back with the rest of the gang. Lydia had herself settled on Stiles' back as he carried her through the streets, the lights of the Suburbs of London kept the pathway lit. Derek was quiet, unlike normal.

"Derek you okay mate?" asked Scott. Derek glanced his way and then back at the ground and nodded.

"Yeah, we should go grab a bite to eat," he mentioned. Scott scanned the area and then smiled. "Yeah?"

"I like that, I'm starving," said Lydia and Stiles stifled a laugh. But, as well as the others, Stiles agreed and they were on their way to the coffee shop just up the street. The same one Allison and Isaac were at and Scott had to mentally prepare himself for whatever it was he was about to see.

They walked just up the street to the little coffee shop and in through the door where Stiles put Lydia down and Derek kept his eyes on his feet as they walked up to the front counter.

"Three mocha lattes and a black coffee," Scott ordered and the waitress with the beautiful bark brown hair smiled.

"I'll be right with you. You guys can just find a comfy booth," she smiled. She knew where they were from but Scott thanked God she didn't freak out. Scott returned the smile and led everyone to a booth.

"This is nice," Derek said, playing with his fingers and taking every few moments to glance up at Stiles and Scott knew what was going on. Scott knew what happened between Stiles and Derek, the whole fucking band knew but Stiles was an asshole and Derek actually… no one actually knows about Derek but he can sometimes be very quiet and other days the loudest dickwad ever. Scott glanced around the near empty café – but what did you expect for 11 in the evening? – and the eye of Isaac snogging Allison caught his attention. He was fucking snogging her. In the middle of a public restaurant. Scott always knew Isaac was indecent but what he was doing made Scott's insides turn. Because he was snogging her and it didn't matter that anyone saw because everyone who did happen to find themselves in the café that night would know that Allison was Isaac's. But Scott wanted to be his. Wait, fuck; he didn't, he didn't want that.

Scott clawed his way into the leather booth chair below him and mentally cursed at himself. He didn't want the poor waitress to find the claw marks and fucking lose her top. He retracted his claws and glanced back at Isaac who was now staring at Scott; the lust in his eye was inevitable and as Allison kissed down his neck and he could smell his arousal Scott sat upright in his seat. There was no fucking way he was getting turned on by this. But Isaac was already smirking and staring as his lips kept in time with Allison's. Then abruptly, he pulled away seeing that it was torturing Scott and Scott looked back at everyone attending to their drinks and he looked shamefully at the forming tent in his pants. Lydia let out a soft giggle and Scott blushed but the other two males ceased to notice. Scott looked back up to find Isaac and Allison at the end of their table saying hello and Scott tensed. Now Scott and Isaac's relationship was nothing any of them knew about; except for Lydia.

"Guys," he smiled, with a wave and Scott averted his eyes. "Fuck mate, you look rough," he commented, directing his attention to Scott. Scott looked up and glared at him. "Something wrong?"

"Just a rough couple of days," he replied, rubbing his tired eyes. "On top of it, my room is fucking haunted I swear, so I haven't got any sleep," he muttered. Isaac raised an eyebrow and the sexy smirk went un-noticed by everyone else.

"You want me to crash with you tonight?" he asked and Scott could hear Isaac's heart thumping. Scott's palms sweat and his heart raced and Derek glanced at him but didn't say anything. He knew exactly how Scott was feeling and Scott dammed himself for not being able to control his feelings.

"I can stay alone, it's alright," he swallowed hard and Isaac rolled his eyes.

"So I'll be in your room by two," he smirked. "Allison and I have some things to attend to," he smirked and Allison laughed, an angelic laugh that Scott adored. He really didn't want Isaac to screw over his best friend, but if it happened, then so be it.

"Yeah sure, whatever," Scott muttered and Isaac smirked.

"Allison and I are going for a walk," Isaac muttered before leaving the restaurant. Scott growled low in his throat and then excused Derek and himself.

"Derek, you need to talk to me," Scott muttered. Derek looked at his feet. "Why are you so torn up about this? You're usually a hardass," Scott smirked and Derek chuckled, meeting his eyes. "Oh no."

"I'm not," Derek said.

"Obviously by your body language. Have you tried talking to him?" Derek shook his head and Scott sighed. "I'm in the same boat."

"You and Isaac fuck on a regular basis," Derek commented and Scott tried to argue but he was right. There was just something so inviting about Isaac's crotch. His crotch, yeah, that's it. "Scott?"

"Oh. Well aside from that, you should talk to Stiles, nothing will ever be resolved and you guys need to not be so damn awkward on stage." Derek simply nodded and Scott squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. Derek gave another smile and then left Scott to go sit with the others. Scott had to mentally, physically, and emotionally prepare himself for sleeping with Isaac tonight. He wasn't going to let him get to him.

"Scott," Isaac whispered, lying beside him in bed. Isaac was basically sprawled on his bed on top of the covers and Scott had his back to Isaac, on the very edge. "You're being fucking nuts mate, can I get under the covers? I'm freezing off my balls," he groaned and Scott shifted slightly.

"Whatever," he mumbled and cuddled into his blanket more than he already was. Isaac sighed and got under the covers with a satisfied smirk.

"Scott."

"No, fuck you," he said.

"Man, with how often that comes out of your mouth you'd really think you wanted me oh so bad." Scott didn't say anything, he just laid quietly and listened to Isaac's even breathing. "Look Scott, you can go back to hating me and trying to pretend you don't want me tomorrow, but tonight it's fucking freezing and you need all the warmth you can get."

"I'm warm blooded," he commented and Isaac snorted.

"All mammals are dip shit." Scott couldn't argue with that so he just huffed. Isaac moved closer to Scott and pulled him back into his chest. Scott shuddered at all the sudden warmth. "You just have to pretend to like me for one night," he whispered against Scott's ear. Scott gave a subtle nod and Isaac smiled against his ear, kissing the side of his head. Scott tensed for a moment and then relaxed into Isaac's embrace. Isaac put his hand on top of Scott's underneath the blanket and rubbed his thumb into the flat of Scott's hand. Groggily, Isaac muttered, "I love you," before drifting off and Scott laid awake for a moment, processing and wondering if it really happened. Isaac was probably just being stupid.

Scott couldn't help himself when he whispered, "I love you too," before finding a comfortable spot in the arms that embraced him and he gently drifted off.

Thanks guys for giving this story a favorite and a follow! It means a lot. The idea for this story truly came out of the blue after I watched Daniel Sharman's scene in The Last Days of Edgar Harding and I was like, balls this would be a perfect story idea. So I'm not really sure where it's going. I mean it has a plot, but I'm just kind of bullshitting it! Which isn't bad.

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