Iron Claws and Fragile Hearts

Chapter 10: Everyone Has a Type

Isaac had missed out on a lot during his early teenage and adolescent years. His mother had died when he was eight, and his brother had died when he was ten; by the time Isaac was eleven his father had descended into full blown alcoholism and begun abusing him. While of course the abuse was painful from a physical and emotional standpoint, a more subtle effect was that it had also made it virtually impossible for Isaac to do the normal things kids his age were doing. He couldn't have friends over; he wasn't allowed to go to sleepovers or parties; he couldn't even hang out in public places. School was the only time Isaac got to socialize, and with what he was going through at home, it was difficult for him to connect with others. He couldn't open up; he couldn't trust. He had missed out on having close friends for much of his life.

Isaac had also missed out on having crushes. His sexuality itself had developed according to a normal time line, and he had always known that he liked both girls and boys. He had certainly had sexual feelings, but he hadn't gotten to develop his sexual identity through crushes and casual dating the way his peers had. He hadn't gone through the giggling-and-whispering-about-it-with-friends phase of crushes; he had missed the sitting-together-on-field-trips-and-holding-hands phase. There was no innocent, low-stakes, group dating phase. He had never stolen a kiss at the end of a school dance or nervously introduced himself to anyone's parents (Chris Argent didn't count because though he had made Isaac nervous, that was more of a werewolf/werewolf hunter kind of thing than a boyfriend/girlfriend's dad kind of thing).

But things had changed for Isaac when he became a werewolf; things had changed for Isaac when Scott McCall started paying attention to him. It would have been almost impossible for Isaac not to trust Scott. He had found out Isaac's darkest secrets: his history of abuse, the loss of Camden and their mother, Isaac's claustrophobia, the way he used sarcasm to keep people at a distance, and of course his werewolfism. But Scott hadn't hurt him; he hadn't used Isaac's painful past against him. In fact he had made it pretty damn clear that he was going to do whatever it took to keep Isaac safe. It was the first time Isaac had felt protected and cared for since childhood.

So Isaac had gotten a friend...and a crush. Isaac had been actively attracted to lots of people by that point: Derek, Erica, Lydia, Jackson, Allison, half the lacrosse team, most of the cheerleading squad, the entire population of a few small island nations (Isaac was a horny, bisexual teenager after all), but those hadn't been crushes. Isaac hadn't actually wanted to be around any of those people, at least not at first. Scott was different. Scott made him comfortable. Scott made him feel like he could let down his defenses and be himself. Scott was Isaac's first crush.

But Scott was his alpha now and his best friend. Scott was completely straight, and Isaac had moved on. He truly didn't have a crush on Scott anymore.

But Isaac did have eyes...and hormones, plenty of hormones. And Scott did have a fucking amazing ass – like an oh my god, I just want to spend the rest of my life worshiping it with my fingers, tongue, and cock kind of ass – and they were in the shower together after all. So yeah, crush or no crush, Isaac did have a raging boner.

It had been a matter of pure necessity. Scott was covered in blood. Isaac was covered in blood, sweat, dirt, and other forest detritus. They were both going to have to shower, and it was after four am, much too late for Scott to have any chance of resisting another dangerous fugue state if left to his own devices. Their only chance of keeping him present was to keep him actively engaged so he couldn't zone out. That meant that as awkward as it was for both boys, Isaac and Scott had to shower together.

Meanwhile, Stiles had taken Scott's keys and gone to the animal clinic to get mountain ash. It had been one thing for Scott to fall into a trance and not move until sunrise, but tonight had proven that if left unchecked he could be dangerous. All three of them, particularly Scott, had agreed that they couldn't let that happen. When Stiles got back, Scott would get in bed, and Stiles would encircle the bed in mountain ash. They would let him out in the morning and repeat the process each night until they could figure out a solution.

That just left the shower to get through. Isaac had gotten in first, rinsed away the worst of the grime, and scooted to the rear of the shower so Scott could enter in front of him and have access to the showerhead. There was enough room that they weren't touching, but it was a very different scenario than showering after lacrosse or cross country. In athletic showering situations, Isaac could keep his eyes to himself and focus on his immediate surroundings; tonight Scott was his immediate surroundings, and they were alone together, which made the whole thing much more intimate. Isaac may have been over his crush on Scott, but intimacy with his alpha, whether physical or emotional, was still something he craved with every fiber of his being...especially his cock.

Scott had started the shower facing Isaac, letting the water cascade down his shoulders, back, and buttocks. This had left Isaac carefully trying not to notice Scott's muscular chest and well-defined abs, or the heavy treasure trail that descended from his bellybutton, gradually thickening until it became his luxurious, dark pelvic bush – and yeah, Isaac had seen that tantalizing black shadow in the bottom of his field of vision and had desperately wanted to look, wanted to see Scott's equipment up close, but he hadn't. He'd kept his eyes squarely on Scott's face as they made small talk about their classes, carefully avoiding the topic of death curses and werewolf business, and certainly avoiding the topic of their current awkward predicament – and it had worked. Isaac had respected their friendship and Scott's boundaries, still didn't know what Scott's cock and balls looked like up close, and was generally feeling pretty good about his self control.

...Then Scott had turned around. Why did Scott have to turn around!? Okay, yes, Isaac realized that most of the dried blood was all over Scott's chest and arms and that they would require a thorough washing, but still, everything had been fine until Scott turned around.

It was weird trying to talk to the back of Scott's head, and it wasn't like his broad shoulders and muscular back were killing the mood anyway, so Isaac had gradually allowed his eyes to wander lower.

Isaac gasped and the blood rushed to his crotch so fast it was like someone had turned on a hose. He went from respectably soft to I think I could drive nails with this thing if I wanted to hard in three seconds flat.

"Is everything okay?" Scott asked, interrupting his rant about the history essay they had due at the end of the week.

"It's great!" Isaac cringed, his face heating. "I mean fine. I-I'm fine."

Isaac liked different qualities in different asses, depending on whether the assholder was male or female. Scott definitely had the ideal male ass. It was round and muscular, but still looked very soft and pliable, practically begging to be squeezed. It was almost obscene the way it jutted out from the backs of Scott's strong thighs. To say it was perky would have been an understatement. It fucking defied gravity as it jiggled and bounced, powerful muscles flexing along with every move and half-step Scott made as he directed the water stream along the front of his body.

"Thanks for doing this, man. I know this is kind of weird," Scott said softly, finally acknowledging their situation.

"Yeah, sure, uh no problem," Isaac answered, utterly distracted by the cleft of Scott's ass and the cords of muscle above it that created three perfect valleys. Water rolled down Scott's lower back, filling each indentation and lingering in the light patch of wispy hairs above Scott's crack before flowing in thick, rushing streams over his smooth, bronze asscheeks. Scott's ass was completely hairless except for that small area at the base of his spine as well as a thin line of black hairs that peeked out from along his crack, hinting at the existence of a very secret and magical forest that Isaac yearned to explore.

Isaac needed to turn around, think of something disgusting, and plead with his cock to get soft before Scott saw it. With the water running in Scott's face and the scent of body wash and shampoo dense in the air, there was even a chance that Scott wouldn't smell Isaac's arousal. He just needed to turn around. He needed to stop thinking about closing the small distance between them and sandwiching his achingly hard dick between those wet, beautiful asscheeks, nestling the underside of his throbbing shaft in that hot, hairy asscrack, squeezing the hard, sinewy muscles around his needy length, grinding his swollen cockhead into Scott's tight cleft, locking it in place with his thumbs, and just fucking thrusting his way into a manic euphoria until he shot thick, creamy ropes of cum all over his alpha's back.

"Oops," Scott said as the bottle of body wash slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor below. He bent down to retrieve it, his cheeks spreading in the process.

"Uhnn!" Isaac bit his lip and involuntarily stroked his cock, worried it would disown him if he didn't.

"Dude, I'm sorry, I bet I just flashed you." Scott turned around, the body wash still in hand. "Ohh...WHOA!"

The bottle thudded against the shower floor again as Scott stared wide eyed and open mouthed at Isaac's erection for a few seconds before covering his mouth in surprise and looking away.

"Scott! Ahh! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Isaac's face burned as he spread his palms in front of his crotch.

The motion drew Scott's attention back to the area in question and he chuckled. "You're gonna need more hands, dude."

Isaac groaned. His cockhead and the top of his shaft were still exposed. He repositioned, palming his balls with one hand and pinning the length of his erection between his arm and stomach. "Scott...I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," Scott answered, his voice gentle. "Nothing to be ashamed of. I know firsthand that those things kinda have a mind of their own."

"Y-you're not upset?" Isaac asked, eyes carefully locked on Scott's face out of respect for the situation despite his instincts telling him to drop his gaze in submission.

"Of course not," Scott answered, giving Isaac's upper arm a reassuring squeeze. Isaac couldn't believe he was willing to touch him right now. "So then that was, uh, from me?"

Isaac reluctantly nodded. He couldn't have lied to Scott even if he'd wanted to, which he didn't because lying to Scott felt beyond horrible.

"Wow!" Scott said with a grin. "I'm not interested, but that's a big compliment. I mean a really big compliment."

"R-really?" Isaac asked, an unexpected wave of pride flowing over him.

"Um yeah," Scott answered, eyebrows raised as he nodded. "You're packin' some serious heat, dude.

"I uh- I just thought it was about normal." Isaac wanted to believe Scott, but he was suspicious that he might just have been trying to make him feel good. Scott was relentlessly supportive of his friends.

Scott laughed and hit Isaac lightly on the arm. "Only if you're a horse."

Isaac grinned unabashedly at Scott, earning a grin back in return. He knew Scott was exaggerating at least a little, but it still made him feel amazing.

"I guess Allison has a type," Scott said with a wink.

"You mean, uh, werewolves?"

"Yeah, werewolves." Scott smirked at him. "–with big dicks."

Isaac giggled. "That's going to look strange on her Tinder profile."

Scott laughed and squeezed Isaac's neck. "C'mon, big fella, it's your turn under the water."

Isaac was almost tingly with happiness at how amazing Scott was being about all this and how casually he slid past Isaac in the shower. There was minimal body contact, and none in their private regions, but he wasn't at all awkward about touching Isaac in general.

The remainder of their shower was even more relaxed than before Isaac had gotten hard. Upon reflection, he wasn't surprised. Scott always went out of his way to protect people's feelings. When they had been on even footing, Scott had seemed about as embarrassed as Isaac had felt, but once Isaac was vulnerable, it was just like Scott to make sure he didn't get hurt.

After they dried off and dressed, Scott reached for the bathroom doorknob, but Isaac grabbed his wrist. Before he could let himself over-think it, he pulled Scott into a tight hug, draping his taller, lankier frame around the shorter boy's muscular body and drawing his scent as deeply into his lungs as he could. Scott hugged back with just as much urgency, and the sweet, silky aroma of happiness rolled off him in thick sheets.

Before letting go, they made eye contact and held it for a few seconds, smiling affectionately at each other. Scott stroked the space between Isaac's shoulder blades with his thumb, and Isaac's heart fluttered with joy. In that moment Isaac felt utterly cared for and safe. He finally had a friend, a best friend, an alpha he could trust completely. Scott may not have been able to give Isaac the physical intimacy that he had craved in the shower, but the emotional intimacy he lavished on him instead was richly satisfying in a much more enduring way.

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End Note: I meant for this to be a Stiles sex chapter, but Scott insisted on showing off his ass and being affectionate with Isaac first ;-)

So yeah, sexy time with Stiles coming up next, followed by sexy time with Ethan after that.

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