It's such a weird day at school. He's never been in a relationship before, is it always going to be so distracting? Probably… if they keep going as they're going then Isaac is probably only going to get more distracting and well, Stiles doesn't really have it in him to argue with that sort of distraction.
He ends the school day with a kiss. Isaac appears behind him as he's heading down the steps to the parking lot and wraps his arms around his waist before he kisses him right in front of the majority of the school. There's the Camaro, actually, so the majority of the school and his Alpha. Stiles might freeze a little and be about to freak out for a second but Isaac kisses the corner of his mouth hesitantly like he thinks he did something wrong and that's just no good. He forces himself to relax and kisses Isaac back. When they break apart Isaac bumps their foreheads together and heads down to the Camaro where Derek is actually almost smiling at them… well at least that means the whole pack is okay with it.
Stiles ends up driving home with a stupid grin on his face.
He walks into the house and stops in the living room for a moment to sort of stare at the couch. He basically lost his virginity on that couch and he almost wants to go over and touch it… or at least steal the blanket they snuggled up in afterwards, he bets it still smells like Isaac. Or maybe it smells like both of them. Would it be weird to grab the blanket off the couch and smush his face into it? Probably. He can hear his dad in the kitchen, there is no way that will not seem even weirder than usual.
His Dad has paperwork from one of his latest cases spread out all over the table and Stiles glances over it but it looks like it's just something nice and normal and only involving humans. He's really glad that they managed to talk to the Alpha pack over the summer and made some sort of peace there (Apparently Beacon Hills is officially in a probationary period with their brand shiny new untrained Alpha, woohoo. It was a completely terrifying conversation). It also smelled like something was cooking in the kitchen, maybe veggie lasagna? Definitely veggie lasagna. Stiles figures he should set the table while his dad finishes making whatever notes he's scribbling at on his current case.
So if pretty much the whole school is aware that he and Isaac are a thing now… Stiles should tell his dad right? It's going to be a real thing now that they're boyfriends, they might go out on dates and they'll definitely still spend time together playing games and oh God, Dad is probably going to threaten his new boyfriend at some point. Dad had pretty much brushed him off at Jungle and told him that he couldn't be gay, he was suddenly 100 times more worried after that memory. But his dad still didn't know about werewolves and really had no idea what Stiles did with a huge chunk of his time, he couldn't keep this from him too.
He flails when the timer goes off for the lasagna and his dad gives him a weird look, "You okay, son?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just got lost in my head a little." He scratches at his neck a little before going to pull the lasagna out of the oven. "You want to pile that stuff up so it doesn't end up covered in cheesy goodness?" His dad huffs out a laugh before closing up the folders he has spread out on the table and moving to a clearer seat closer to Stiles. He sips at his drink while Stiles finishes serving up dinner and sits down to dig in.
How's he supposed to tell his dad? What if Dad's disappointed in him again? He's already making him worry about so much, is dating a boy going to make everything worse?
"Stiles?" His dad's sudden question makes Stiles freeze mid bite with his fork hanging out of his mouth and stare at him. He watches his dad sigh and put his own fork down, "Stiles, what's wrong?"
"Nnthngs wrog" trying to talk around his lasagna was probably a bad idea. He removes the fork and swallows his food, "Nothing's wrong, Dad." His dad is looking very suspicious and that's just not what he wanted. That's the opposite of what he wanted especially since really there's nothingwrong exactly. He can't help but glance towards the living room couch before he looks back to his dad.
His dad eyes him suspiciously again and glances towards the living room too, "Does this have to do with Isaac?" Oh shit oh shit does his dad already know? They were pretty close on the couch when he got home la- "Because I swear if someone else is hurting that boy again, Stiles, you better tell me. I know that we didn't manage to get him away from his dad but there's no way I'm going to let one of your friends deal with something like that on their own. Isaac's been through enough."
Oh. My. God. Stiles loves his dad SO MUCH right now. He might be a little emotional and teary eyed right now. There's definitely some kind of look on his face because his dad is looking at him worried now. He better- "No, it's not that. It's umm…" He really needs to just say it, "See? Isaac and I are- we're kind of… dating?"
His dad relaxes a little and stares at him. He looks at his drink like it's disappointed him, takes a sip anyway, "Kind of dating? Or actually dating?"
Stiles blushes, "Definitely actually dating."
"Since when? Because he's been over here an awful lot." Dad closes his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose and is starting to look sort of disappointed.
"Since yesterday, officially." The disappointment is fading so that's good, "I mean there was some, like, kissing and stuff-" Dad's scrunching up his nose oh no, no, Stiles reaches up to scratch at his neck, crap "-but nothing official 'til yesterday. And we sort of… um let the whole school know about it so I thought that you should know too. I didn't want to not tell you."
Dad's staring at him like he's not sure how to react and that's when Stiles realizes that he's been scratching right near the GIANT Hickey his ridiculous werewolf boyfriend left on his neck and that's probably what Dad is staring at, that's definitely what Dad is staring at and Stiles feels his blush come back tenfold and he presses his hand down on his neck and stops scratching.
But now Dad's smiling, so he must have said or done something right in there. Dad flicks his eyes to his hand, "Yesterday, huh?"
Stiles nods sheepishly and Dad just snorts out a laugh, "Well I'm glad you told me." He picks up his fork again and goes back to his lasagna, "We'll have to have Isaac over for dinner sometime soon for a chat. He's living with Derek Hale now right?"
Stiles can't help but be suspicious of this line of questioning, "Yeah. He's emancipated and he moved in with Derek. He's like a ridiculous older brother/dad."
The Sheriff nods, "We'll have to invite them both over. Have a nice family dinner." Stiles pales a little with his fork clenched in his hand as he watches his dad keep eating, "You and Isaac better be being safe. I know better than to tell you not to do something that all teenagers are going to do-"
Stiles just can't. "Dad! We've definitely had this talk already. Several times even."
The Sheriff frowns, "Well we're going to have it again. I mean it's not like I have to worry about either of you getting pregnant, and this isn't quite the conversation I expected but… If you ever need anything from me or have questions you let me know. It's not like your mother was the only person I was ever with." He rubs at his temple a little and Stiles is starting to feel a little horrified when Dad gets this little smile on his face and says, "There was Adam in college who I dated for a few months. I can definitely answer any questions you have about what you're doing with Isaac." Yep, Stiles is definitely kind of horrified right now and it must show because his dad is actually smirking, "Just remember never to skimp on the lube, okay son? Don't be shy about going to buy it, you will have regrets."
Stiles might be scarred for life. But at least his dad is accepting. He gets through the rest of dinner blushing and maybe making horrified noises while he tries to finish his lasagna so he can escape. He spends the rest of the night trying to concentrate on his homework so he doesn't think about his dad.
Stiles gets to his locker in the morning and is accosted by a beaming Scott. He looks like he's practically vibrating with excitement. He smiles tiredly back. "Mornin' Scott."
"Morning!" he bumps into Stiles' shoulder a little roughly and then jumps right in, "Sooo… I didn't get to actually talk to you much yesterday. You and Isaac huh?" One day Stiles might point out how ridiculous Scott looks when he wiggles his eyebrows like that, but he's a little afraid that if he does Scott might stop and then what would Stiles laugh at?
His smile gets a lot more genuine, "Yeah, me and Isaac." He's half expecting Scott to clap his hands in delight or something.
"This is so great. I'm so happy about you two, I really wanted you guys to get along and this is probably even better. We can totally go on double dates now!" Scott is beaming, it's great having a friend who doesn't even blink at his best friend suddenly gaining a boyfriend. "I mean we could go anywhere, you guys obviously aren't keeping it quiet. Oh man, mom's gonna be so happy for you." He knocks into him again.
Stiles just laughs, "Yeah I told Dad last night, he handled it pretty well. But dude, serious TMI from my dad. Apparently he had a boyfriend in college and I never knew! Can you believe that?"
There's a weird noise behind him and then arms around his waist and a face pressing into his shoulder. "You told your dad about us?"
He grins and rubs his cheek against Isaac's hair, "Yeah of course. I wasn't planning on keeping this from him. He wants you to come over officially for dinner by the way."
Isaac freezes where he was nuzzling behind Stiles' ear "Dinner?" He picks his head up and looks at Scott, who is grinning at them the same way he grins at new puppies at the clinic, and then back to Stiles, "Like, meet the family dinner?"
Stiles rolls his eyes, "Yes, meet the family dinner. He was talking about inviting Derek too since he's sort of your guardian now."
Isaac's voice is a little higher pitched when he answers, "Technically I'm emancipated."
Stiles intertwines their fingers, "Hey relax. It's not like it's going to be tonight. Dad's working the late shift tonight he can't do dinner." He runs his fingers along Isaac's. "But you could come over anyway and keep me company.
Isaac squeezes his hand, "Yeah, I could do that. I'll text Derek and let him know I'm going home with you, yeah?"
Stiles is nodding as the warning bell rings. Isaac drops a kiss on his cheek as they separate for their morning classes. Scott is dragging him towards their first period class and laughing, "So are you guys going to 'study' tonight?"
Stiles swats at him as he drops into his seat, "Man I hope so."
Stiles notices some stares in the locker room and a few more in the hallway during the day, but nobody actually says anything to either of them. So what if people are staring, it's really not their business. If the worst they have to deal with is Boyd's smirk and Jackson grabbing Isaac and shoving him out of the locker room so he can't linger and keep touching Stiles… well that's fine. That's not so bad.
Isaac intertwines their fingers as they leave school and head for his jeep. Somebody catcalls at them from the sidewalk and Isaac hunches in on himself for a minute until they hear Erica's voice teasing them following the loud whistle. Then Isaac is blushing and rolling his eyes and he gets into the jeep. Stiles is just grinning, it's definitely a dopey grin too, but he manages not to blush as he goes around to the other side of the jeep. He doesn't blush until the Camaro rolls by and Derek, the stupidly dorky alpha of all people, makes eye contact and wiggles his ridiculous eyebrows at them and drives away laughing. Well, now Stiles is definitely blushing. How is he supposed to even react to that?
They make it back to the Stilinski house without any further embarrassment. Isaac is fiddling with the strap on his bag as they talk about how Cross Country practice will start up soon. Stiles is really not looking forward to running, long distances do not work so well for him.
"It helps if you start with shorter distances. I don't think they're going to throw us right into the longest ones but they probably expect us not to have laid around all summer." Isaac smirks at him as they pull into the driveway and get out of the car, "We could always go running. I promise I won't leave you behind."
Stiles wrinkles his nose and knocks their shoulders together as they get up to the front door, "But I'd rather just lay around with you."
Isaac just laughs, "Then no complaining when you can't keep up once Cross Country really gets started." He sticks his tongue out and makes a face and Stiles just desperately wants to kiss him. Isaac is irresistibly adorable when he's happy. So that's what Stiles does, he drops his bag and pulls Isaac in for a kiss. They're boyfriends, that means he can kiss Isaac whenever he's willing to be accommodating, right? Isaac drops his own bag, ducks down and wraps an arm around Stiles' waist, so he's definitely willing.
Stiles laughs as he's pushed back into the couch, tugs Isaac down on top of him. He lets Isaac bury his face in Stiles' neck and press him down into the couch just nuzzling in for a moment while Stiles takes advantage and runs his fingers through Isaac's curls. He shivers when Isaac presses a kiss to his neck and runs his nose up and across his cheek to press their lips together. They kiss for awhile, long enough that Stiles loses himself completely in the feeling of Isaac pressed flush against most of his body. Stiles has one hand intertwined with Isaac's and pressed into the cushion by his head and the other in Isaac's hair. They break apart to breathe and end up kissing across cheeks and necks, and at one point Isaac breaks away smiling and leans up to press a kiss to his forehead. Stiles has no doubt that he's going to have at least one more noticeable mark for everyone to tease him about tomorrow. He's just reacting and not paying attention to what he's doing, it's a wonderfully floaty, content feeling and he wants to keep it forever.
He's suddenly smashed back to reality when Isaac pressed his mouth back over the mark he'd left two days ago, worries at it like he wants it to stay as long as possible. Stiles can totally get behind that, completely. It aches and feels good at the same time and he finds himself grinding up into Isaac where they're pressed together hip to hip and gasping at the friction. He doesn't even know what he wants at this point, maybe everything.
Except… what is that noise? He's broken out of the fuzzy warm feeling now and he is pretty sure he just heard Isaac's stomach growl. Isaac notices his distraction pretty fast and leans up, frowning, "What's wrong? Did I do something you didn't like?"
"What? No!" and that's definitely Isaac's stomach growling and now Isaac is turning pink and looks sheepish so Stiles leans up and kisses him on the nose. "We should make dinner. C'mon, I made sure we had all the ingredients for tacos."
Isaac buries his face in Stiles' shoulder and mumbles out an apology.
"What are you apologizing for?"
Isaac sighs against Stiles' neck, "I don't know, interrupting?"
"Dude, you're allowed to get hungry. We're teenage boys and it's, holy shit, it's definitely dinner time. C'mon," he nudges at Isaac to get up, "Let's make tacos."
Isaac rolls himself off the couch and helps Stiles up. Follows him into the kitchen like an adorably mussed puppy, Stiles isn't going to bring up how messy Isaac's hair looks right now. He grins and starts pulling out ingredients. Goes over to Isaac and kisses him while he hands him cheese to shred, "Stop worrying so much. Probably better to stop and eat and… we should really do homework anyway."
Isaac's mouth twists up in a self-deprecating smile, "Yeah I guess. And I do love Mexican."
Stiles smirks at him, "I know." and enjoys watching the smile transform into one of surprised wonder. His boyfriend really is adorable. They'll work on that insecurity that's coming through. Stiles wants to go smack whoever made Isaac think that making out is more important than actually feeding himself.
Isaac leaves the bowl of shredded cheese on the counter and comes over to wrap his arms around Stiles' waist while he stands at the stove. Stiles grins, "Besides, we can always go back to making out later." Isaac kisses the mark on Stiles' neck in agreement. Hell yeah they're gonna go back to making out later. Dad won't be home until morning anyway.
