Another shorty, but sweetie. I wanted to solve this thing before getting into the angsty bit with Papa Stiles being missing and all.

Chapter 3

Stiles felt someone nudging him awake. He did his best to ignore it, hoping that if he didn't respond to the stimulus, whoever it was would just go away and let him sleep a little longer. Stiles' hopes were unfounded however, and his assailant continued to relentlessly poke him.

"Wake up." The whisper's tone was urgent, and Stiles couldn't quite place the voice to any person. His state of semi-stupor from the awakening had made him confused.

"Go away dad. I'll get up in a bit." Behind his mumble there was thinly masked contempt, as if waking the boy had an equal weight to killing a puppy, or slapping a child in the face.

"Wake up. Now. We need to talk." The voice sounded a bit sheepish, as if slightly ashamed it were waking up Stiles at all. Or as if he didn't belong there. Even though he was practically asleep, Stiles' recognized slight hesitation before the next sentence, the one that woke him up and made him sit upright in bed, shocked.

"It's Isaac." The voice admitted, before rushing forward to clamp a hand over Stiles' mouth as he started to yell for his dad.

"Stiles, shut it. I'm here to talk, not to hurt you." The whispered tones were urgent, and even in the pitch black of the room, Stiles could see Isaac's yellow irises, set in a face making the best puppy dog impression Stiles had ever seen. He softened for a moment, and Isaac's hand moved away from his mouth.

"Are you crazy?" the teen whispered fiercely. "You're in my room! In the middle of the night!"

Isaac's grin was half-cocked and there was laughter in his voice.

"If you want to get technical, it's the middle of the morning." His grin faded as Stiles' eyes widened as he stared at his clock and saw the time, 3:12 a.m. The veins in his neck bulged and his eyes were so large Isaac though they'd pop out of his skull.

"Talk. Now." His voice was strained and Isaac could tell that Stiles wanted to scream and throw him out. The werewolf took note to never, ever wake up Stiles in the middle of the night again. It just wasn't worth it.

"Look." Isaac started, lowering his eyes to the floor and wringing his hands. "What happened before…" He got that far before the other teen interrupted.

"Look, it was a kiss. It happened. Let it go. It doesn't mean we're boyfriends or anything." Stiles looked down and saw he had fallen asleep in his jeans and sneakers and well as a long sleeved shirt. He grumbled and stood up, pulling the shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. He rummaged through his drawers and pulled on a soft white cotton shirt, and started unbuckling his pants before realizing Isaac was still there.

"You can leave now." Stiles mumbled, before deciding to continue what he was doing, and dropping the jeans around his knees. Before he knew it, Isaac was behind him, and Stiles turned around to face the wolf, suddenly self-conscious he was in nothing but boxers. Isaac looked confused.

"Just leave?" He bit his lip, looked down at Stiles' semi nudity, and looked back up to his eyes. "I can't. It wasn't just a kiss and you know that." Isaac turned around and paced the room, giving the distraught Stiles time to pull on a pair of sweatpants.

"At least I think it wasn't." The wolf buried his hands in the pocket of his jeans and turned to Stiles once more, this time on the other side of the room, feeling the cold breeze wafting in from the window Isaac had without a doubt climbed into while he was slumbering.

"I know we've had our rough patches. I was kind of a dick when Derek bit me." Isaac offered.

"Kind of?" Stiles shot back, mimicking quotation marks with his fingers. The teen gave a wide grin this time. "You were a total dick." Isaac rolled his eyes before conceding.

"Fine, I was a bit of a dick." If Stiles noticed the difference in the way Isaac worded it, he didn't say. "But we've had some good moments too, right?" He bit his lip.

"Tonight was…?" Isaac let his voice trail off, hoping Stiles would complete it for him. The other teen's smirk was wiped off his face immediately and Stiles sat on his bed, cradling his head between his hands.

"I don't know." Stiles' muttered. "I don't know what tonight was."

Isaac paced again, wringing his hands and with a look on his face, as if debating whether he should ask a question, knowing that if the answer wasn't what he wanted to hear he'd most likely be disappointed. Yet he and Stiles couldn't remain at this stalemate forever, and with all the musing Isaac was prone to have, leaving this question unasked would most likely drive him crazy in a matter of days.

"Did you…" Isaac began, flushing scarlet. He stammered the last bit. "Like it? Today, what we did?" He couldn't look at Stiles, didn't even look his way, dreading a sarcastic response or waiting for Stiles to make fun of him.

The silence stretched between them, taut. Stiles remained on the bed, Isaac facing the wall, back to the other teen. Isaac observed Stiles' posters as his heart pounded in his ribs, and every second seemed like an eternity. He saw The Offspring and The Ramones, and thoughts flickered through his head. 'Not even out taste in music is the same, what were you thinking Isaac?' He thought how Stiles would make fun of him for liking Belle and Sebastian or Coldplay.

Isaac was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even hear Stiles answer him. He turned and faced the other teen, who looked straight ahead, staring past Isaac and looking resigned. Isaac did a double take.

"What did you just say?" Isaac had expected a lot of things, but he hadn't quite expected Stiles to say that. He had assumed that the infatuation he was feeling right now was completely one sided, that Stiles' had related to what he had told to him near the city's overlook, that the kiss had been a mistake and they were friends and nothing more.

He never had thought that Stiles might actually reciprocate. He had never thought that the other teen could see him as a potential…something. Erica hadn't. Cora hadn't. So why would Stiles, strong Stiles, always joking and laughing and brave even if he had no powers to protect him want to even associate with someone like him?

"I said yes." Stiles voice was barely a whisper, soft and airy. He turned and faced Isaac, this time resolute.

"I was thinking about it all night." Before Isaac could grin and make a joke, Stiles turned and added, "Get over yourself, I was thinking about what this is, not your kiss." Isaac still smirked.

"And it was nice." Stiles blushed slightly. Isaac gave him credit for that, as he would be scarlet for thinking that, let alone saying it to Stiles.

And suddenly, the silence was there again, but this time even more awkward. What were they supposed to do? Two boys of 17 and juniors in high school, trying to figure out what to do in a case like this. It was laughable.

Isaac moved towards the bed and Stiles held out his hand, palms out, signaling a stop.

"Whoa whoa whoa, you can stay right there wolf-boy." He half smiled nervously. "I know I'm a regular stud muffin (Stiles pointed to the blue tee he was donning which said so) but you're not allowed to just jump on my bed and make out with me every chance you get."

Isaac blushed but kept moving, and sat down next to Stiles.

"You're an idiot." Isaac said through clenched teeth. "I just want to be closer. To talk."

"The blushing's endearing, Lahey. It kind of gives you a nice rosy complexion." Stiles joked, this time in full grin. Isaac stood up; grumbling he knew this had been a mistake. Stiles' hand immediately shot out, grabbing the other teen's forearm through the beaten leather jacket.

"Look, I'm sorry. You know how I am with sarcasm." He pulled Isaac's arm once more. "Sit down. Please." Isaac looked at the window, which was certainly inviting to him right now, but huffed and sat back down next to Stiles.

"Look, I don't know how to do…" He pointed at Isaac and himself. "This. Me. You."

"Well, neither do I." Isaac mumbled, looking down. Stiles sighed and tried a more direct approach. His hand reached out and touched Isaac's cheek, and the werewolf nearly flinched away, shying from the touch.

"What are you…" He began, but Stiles interrupted.

"Well, we've been beating around the bush forever, huh?" His voice was low, yet Stiles still swallowed nervously. "I told you, I liked it. It's not exactly a cue, but…"

Isaac suddenly realized what the other teen meant, and agreed with Stiles. All this beating around the bush was driving him crazy. He hadn't known what to do, but Stiles' hand on his cheek and the words spoken gave him a pretty good idea. He nuzzled Stiles' hand, and brought his own to the back of Stiles neck. His heart felt like a caged bird about to fly from his chest, yet Isaac drew Stiles closer and for the second time in less than twelve hours, the two boy's lips touched. Except this time, Stiles didn't push away and drive off, he actually kissed Isaac back rather than just accepting it.

It seemed like forever, but the boys eventually pushed apart. They just looked at each other for a few seconds, before bursting into smiles.

They kissed again.

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