As Scott had promised, his home was deserted when they came through the front door. Scott had said that Melissa was working a double shift at the hospital and that they'd have the house to themselves for hours.
They'd taken the journey from the veterinarian's office to Scott's house at a slow pace. It was a good job too, considering Isaac could barely manage to walk without feeling dizzy. After less than a mile, Isaac was stumbling along with his arm draped over Scott's shoulder and not long after, he began to require frequent pauses to catch his breath. Scott carried him on his back for the last half a mile.
Admittedly, Isaac probably could have managed the last quarter of a mile on his feet but he couldn't bring himself to pull away from Scott's back and his intoxicating aroma. So he stayed there on the receptive end of a piggy-back, breathing his friend's scent in.
Scott hadn't seemed to have minded much, so Isaac didn't see anything wrong with allowing himself a little luxury. After all, he'd had a rough week.
The house was cool compared to the warm summer's air outside. The sound of an air conditioning system caught the attention of Isaac's ears like music.
Scott crouched down a little to minimize the impact of Isaac's drop from his back. Not that Isaac needed it; his height ensured that he only had an inch or two to drop but he appreciated Scott's effort to avoid causing him discomfort, even in small ways.
Isaac followed Scott into the kitchen. He was clutching at his ribs as they'd begun to pain him again. Who knew healing could be so painful?
He pulled a chair out from under the dining table and sat down on it, looking over at Scott who was reading a note from his mother.
"Hey," Scott said when he'd finished reading the note, "Do you like pizza?"
"Does anybody not?" Isaac asked; he'd never in his life met somebody who didn't like pizza.
"Just checking," Scott replied, turning around with the note in one hand and a twenty dollar bill and what looked like a Pizza Hut coupon in the other. "Mom left money for me to get takeout. How does an extra-large Meat Lover's sound?"
It sounded absolutely wonderful to Isaac. He hadn't eaten in what? Four days? He'd probably manage an extra-large Meat Lover's on his own. He nodded his assent.
"Awesome," Scott said. He fished his cell phone out of his pocket and left the room to make the order.
Isaac could hear every word – including Scott's added request of garlic bread – but he found himself preoccupied with taking in his surroundings.
He'd been inside the kitchen only once before, and that was when Derek had sent him to try and kill Lydia. That hadn't been the right time to stop and admire Melissa McCall's decorating skills. The colours on the walls blended perfectly with those of the furniture, cupboards and counters. The artexed ceiling and the tiled floor contrasted in a way that only complimented them both.
For a house with only two residents, it seemed awfully big to Isaac. But then, after his mother and brother had died, his own house had been far too empty and spacious for only him and his father to live in. The memory made him wonder if the McCall family had ever gone through similar hardship.
He caught his mind wandering off into unknown territory when his eyes came to rest upon a collage of photographs on the refrigerator.
There were about fifteen of them in total; Scott was in all but two of them. Stiles and Allison made an appearance as well. Isaac wondered if he'd ever made a big enough impact on somebody's life to end up with his picture stuck to their fridge. He doubted it.
In the two of the images that Scott didn't stand in, Melissa was in male company. In one of the photographs, she was in a wedding dress, sporting a huge pregnancy belly, next to two men who could only have been her groom and vicar. In the other, she stood with an arm around Sheriff Stilinski.
Isaac had wondered for a while if there was something between the parents of his two friends. He hoped that there was; they both deserved to be happy. And Stiles and Scott deserved a full family each.
Just by looking at the thirteen or so pictures that did include Scott, Isaac was able to imagine what Scott had looked like at all points in his life.
Most of the pictures of Scott were taken when he was fairly young. About eight of them sported a pre-pubescent Scott. A young Stiles accompanied a six year old Scott (Isaac could tell by the birthday boy badge on Scott's chest) in a picture that made Isaac laugh out loud.
The picture showed the two of them sat in front of a birthday cake. Scott looked on the verge of tears while Stiles was grinning from ear to ear. Six candles sat atop the birthday cake and they looked like they'd only just been extinguished. It didn't take a genius to work out what had happened: Stiles had blown them out and Scott wasn't happy about it.
The rest of the young pictures were typical; holiday snaps, poses with family and even an adorable baby photo in which Scott was wearing a bright pink bonnet. Isaac stored the image away safely in his mind for future teasing reference.
However, the five photos of Scott that looked as if they'd been taken after his tenth birthday were the ones that Isaac really looked at. The five were side-by-side at the bottom of the collage.
The first picture was of a euphoric looking Melissa wearing her hospital scrubs. By her side, Scott was beaming. Isaac judged he was about eleven or twelve years old at the time. Isaac reckoned that the picture was taken on the day that Melissa had started work at Beacon Hills Hospital.
The second picture showed a thirteen year old Scott sporting a white cast on his arm. Isaac knew the story behind it. Scott had fallen out of a tree and broken his arm in two places. He could remember Scott coming into school the week after and telling anyone that would listen about how big the needle had been for his painkiller. Isaac also remembered that his first conversation ever with Scott was when the floppy haired, excited teenager had asked him to sign the cast in a math lesson.
The third picture was taken inside the veterinarian's office. Scott and Dr Deaton were stood behind a puppy that was lying on the surgery table. Its leg was fixed in a splint. Deaton didn't usually allow any cameras or phones in the working room so it must have been a special occasion; Scott's first day, perhaps, or his first successful surgery.
The fourth picture had been taken at a house that Isaac didn't recognize. Scott was lying on a couch fast asleep. Three little girls were lying on or next to him, also asleep. Isaac guessed that they were cousins or relatives of some sort. The photo was adorable. The weird sense of jealousy that Isaac felt of the little girls was less adorable.
The fifth and final picture was fairly recent. It was of Scott and Allison before the formal that they'd attended together. As much as he hated her, Isaac had to admit that Allison looked beautiful. But she was nothing on Scott. Suits were definitely made for him.
Isaac had also been there that night but he had been dateless, of course. He remembered sitting alone a lot and wearing his suit jacket for the whole of the irritatingly humid night in order to hide an ugly bruise that ran the length of his arm.
The photos were like a timeline of Scott's life and Isaac felt strangely honoured to have been able to see them. He was rarely allowed this sort of insight into somebody's private life.
"Isaac?"
His attention was pulled from the photographs by the sound of his name being called. Scott had come back into the room and was leant against the wall in the doorway smirking. He'd been watching Isaac look at the photographs.
"The pizza will be here in under an hour," Scott said, "Do you want to come through and we can stick a film or play a game while we wait?"
"Sure," Isaac said, lifting himself from the chair and slowly crossing the kitchen to the hallway. Scott waited for him at the bottom of the staircase and moved back to let Isaac up first. The whole way up the stairs, Scott's hand didn't leave Isaac's back. If Isaac hadn't been struggling to stay upright, he would've focused all his attention on the hand.
When they got to the top, Isaac had to pause and catch his breath. During the healing process, everything became a massive task and he was fatigued. Scott wrapped an arm around his shoulders and leant in close to hold Isaac while he bent double and sucked in oxygen.
Isaac was engulfed in sudden warmth and he inhaled sharply out of surprise.
"Hey, hey," Scott said soothingly, whispering so as to not hurt Isaac's eardrums with his voice from such close proximity. "You're okay, breathe in."
Isaac did as he was told and he was soon breathing normally enough to carry on the journey to Scott's room. Instead of moving ahead of him though, Scott stayed at his side with an arm still around his shoulders.
The two of them moved into Scott's bedroom and Isaac collapsed onto the bed. Scott moved over and crouched down so that their faces were a foot apart.
"Comfortable?" He asked.
"Very," Isaac replied with a content smile. The stairs had taken a lot out of him.
"Well that's too bad," Scott said and he rolled Isaac over. Then, he kicked his socks and shoes off and jumped down next to him on the bed.
Isaac looked at him with a feigned irritated expression on his face but the look completely dissolved when his gaze met Scott's puppy dog eyes.
Scott smiled back at him and Isaac's stare was drawn down to his lips. Two puffy red lips, and God they looked so soft.
Then, Isaac felt a smile grow on his own face and he looked back up into Scott's eyes – the same eyes that were looking down at Isaac's lips. Isaac leant forward.
The kiss lasted a few seconds and Isaac didn't think of anything in the time that his lips were touched to Scott's apart from the fact that Scott kissed him back.
Isaac rolled onto his back and Scott pulled away. His heart missed a beat but then he looked at the breathless smile plastered on Scott's face and he knew that he had nothing to worry about.
"I just think we should talk first," Scott said through heavy breaths, his chest rising and falling quickly, in time with his audible heartbeat. "You know; about everything."
Isaac nodded and pushed himself up into a sitting position. His heart was hammering against his rib cage as if it were trying to free itself.
Scott looked as if he were wrestling with himself in his mind. At times he looked as if he'd stumbled upon the correct thing to say but then he shook his head and that pained but concentrated look reappeared on his face.
"I've been so confused for so long," Scott began eventually, finally deciding on what would be the best words to start such an awkward conversation. "I've been wondering about my feelings for Allison and my feelings for you."
Isaac remained silent. What had started off so promising now had a shadow of doubt hanging over it; no good things came from mentioning Allison Argent in a conversation about feelings.
"Allison and Lydia always talk about getting you a girlfriend. I think Lydia's joking and Allison said she needed to hook you up so you'd be busy all the time and she wouldn't have to look at you." Scott shrugged apologetically. "And yet, whenever I heard them say anything about it, I always got kind of angry. I'd go as far to say that I got jealous."
Isaac's heart surged and judging by the flicker of a smile on Scott's face, he heard it.
"I've loved Allison for so long. Since back when I was nobody. When I got the bite, she helped me adjust; she was my anchor and she helped me through everything without knowing it. I know how much you hate her but there's a side of her that's so tender and loving and it was that side that she showed me."
Isaac looked into Scott's face to read his expression. It was the expression of somebody who was reminiscing, but not necessarily feeling nostalgic. Isaac's hope levels surged again.
"But then I met you and you've been nothing but wonderful. When we ended, you were there to help me through it. We never got back together, but we were on our way to it and then we went in to save Erica and Boyd…"
Isaac was a little confused as to why Scott felt the need to bring up their ex-kidnapped friends in a conversation about feelings. But he didn't comment.
"After Deucalion had beaten you up, I was the one who found you. I came back in alone because I was worried about how long you'd taken. That's when I saw your body."
Scott stopped and he took a deep breath. It looked like he was biting his lip. Isaac was a little confused for a second before he realized: Scott was trying to stop himself from crying at the memory of Isaac's unconscious, broken body.
Isaac reached out a hand and flattened Scott's hair affectionately. The smaller teen leant into his touch and smiled a little. Isaac's hand fell and came to rest on his shoulder. There it stayed.
When Scott continued speaking, his voice was shaky.
"You were lifeless. I thought you were dead until I got right up close to you. You were so small and broken and you were covered in blood and piss and I didn't know what to do."
Scott stopped again. A tear had escaped from behind his eyelashes and he wiped it away. It was only a matter of time before he lost all control.
"It was that moment when I realized," Scott continued, his voice lowering with each syllable. "I realized that I can't live without you, Isaac. I thought that I liked you. But it is so much more than that. I care about you and your welfare and your life. Every time I see you, it brightens my day and even when you're shouting at me, I can't help but think how much of a great guy you are."
Isaac's lip trembled. Honest compliments weren't something he came by very often.
"When I carried your body out of there, all I could think was 'please don't die' over and over and over again," Scott's voice was barely a whisper now. Isaac didn't struggle to hear though; even without his werewolf abilities, he was hanging on every single word. "When you woke up in Dr Deaton's office, I – well, I don't think I've been happier than I was in that moment at any point in my life."
Scott cleared his throat and looked at a fixed point on the carpet. He was avoiding Isaac's eye for some reason – maybe out of feeling awkward, maybe out of trying to hide his tears, Isaac didn't know – but there wasn't a fraction of a second that passed in which the taller teen doubted the validity of Scott's words.
"I told Allison," Scott's voice sounded strong again. There was a tremble hiding somewhere underneath the sound but the sadness had passed. Isaac wasn't dead, he wasn't going to die. Not any time soon anyway. Scott met his gaze once again, his tears successfully being pushed back.
"I told Allison," he repeated. "I told her everything. I told her about how thankful I am to her. I told her how I feel about her. I told her how I feel about you. I even told her that we'd kissed. And she turned and looked me in the eye and said that she'd forgive me for everything if I came to you and told you that nothing between us can happen again."
Isaac's heart sank. After all of this, after his hopes had been raised continuously, Scott was going to go with Allison. Isaac felt a tear of his own fall down his cheek but before he could reach a hand to wipe it away, Scott had already done so. Scott didn't pull his hand back, it just hovered on Isaac's jaw. Isaac avoided eye contact.
"I told her I didn't want her forgiveness because I'm not sorry. We weren't together when I kissed you so I did nothing wrong."
Isaac looked back up questioningly. Why was Scott telling him this if he was just going to go ahead and break his heart afterwards? What did he hope to achieve from that?
"'If you don't want my forgiveness then what do you want?' She said. I told her that I wanted her to understand," Scott said. His smile had returned and he cupped Isaac's face with both of his hands. "'I want you to understand,' I told her, 'You made me make the decision. I want to be with Isaac.'"
Now, Isaac Lahey had never been one for believing in sayings. But he would have sworn that in that moment, his heart was physically in his throat. He could feel the blood pumping through his body and it shocked him into silence almost as much as Scott's final sentence.
Isaac just stared. There was nothing else that he could do. Scott's speech had rendered him, well, speechless.
"Me?" Isaac asked. It was all he could say before his tongue became useless once again.
Slowly, Scott nodded. And then the space between them disappeared.
Isaac and Scott had kissed a few times before. They'd always been careful and explorative and calm and soft. This was different.
This kiss was fire in the winter. It was the sunrise on a dark morning. It was passionate and rough and there were tongues and fondling and saliva and biting. Tongues battled for dominance and their teeth clashed once or twice. It was no movie kiss. It was sloppy and wet and rough and Isaac even dribbled at one point. But nothing in his life had ever made Isaac feel more alive.
They pulled away from each other breathless after a while. The kiss had lasted for both a second and a lifetime.
"Isaac," Scott said, "I think I'm falling in love with you."
Of all the movies and games in his room, Scott was pretty insistent that they watch one of his South Park DVDs. Isaac hated the show with a passion but he didn't argue; he was far too happy for that. In fact, he was so happy that some of the fart jokes and slapstick comedy actually became funny to him.
They managed an episode and a half before the pizza came. Eating was a much more fun affair.
The two of them fed each other pizza and garlic bread and sipped from each other's cans of Coca Cola (Isaac's was vanilla flavoured, Scott's was not) whilst laughing and arguing over whether South Park was actually funny or not. Isaac's argument against was pathetically unconvincing because his newfound happiness caused him to laugh at half of the jokes.
When the pizza and South Park were both finished, the two of them curled up under the sheets of Scott's bed. They were both still clothed but the layer of fabric that covered them gave the experience a much more intimate feel.
Whenever Isaac had imagined himself in a relationship, he'd always pictured himself as the one holding the other. He'd always thought that his girlfriend (or, in more recent fantasies) his boyfriend would be the one lying on him or cuddling into him.
However, he found that he loved curling into Scott's side and fitting himself around the other boy's body so much more than having Scott lie against him. He was taller than Scott by a good amount but that didn't stop him automatically falling into the category of what people always seemed to assume was 'the girl' of the relationship.
He buried his face in the crook of Scott's shoulder for a little while, just breathing him in. The scent started off normally but then he had a sudden flash of inspiration and flicked his tongue along Scott's skin and the scent was clouded by a thick wave of arousal.
The two boys found themselves looking at each other intently. Their mouths came together as if pulled by gravity and someone shifted one way and someone else the other and various movements were made and suddenly Isaac was straddling Scott and they were both topless.
He was a little surprised by the sudden turn of events but he found himself leaning down to kiss Scott's body as much as he possibly could.
Isaac wanted his lips to feel as much of Scott as he possibly could get to. He wanted to kiss and bite and suck every single centimetre of skin on his frien- ahem, lover's body.
Taking it into his mouth, Isaac used his tongue to play with Scott's nipple. He bit and sucked and licked exactly how he wanted to. Scott fucking loved it.
"Jesus," he moaned, "Fuck."
Isaac began to move down Scott's body, dragging his teeth and tongue along his muscular torso. He stopped at the waistband of Scott's jeans.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Scott asked apprehensively, as if there was a genuine part of him that believed that Isaac hadn't been dreaming of this moment for months.
"Of course," Isaac smiled as he unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them off.
Scott had always looked beautiful to Isaac. He'd looked beautiful as a thirteen year old asking him to sign his cast for his broken arm. He'd looked beautiful as a sixteen year old from across the dance floor at the school formal. Every second that passed, Scott looked beautiful. But he had never looked as beautiful to Isaac as he did in that moment with his erection (that Isaac had completely 100% caused) pressing against the material of his tight underwear.
Isaac took the fabric in his mouth and made sure that he formed unblinking eye contact as he pulled Scott's underwear off with his teeth.
Moving back up, he finally got to see what Scott looked like naked. It was glorious.
His uncircumcised penis protruded from a mess of trimmed, but unshaven pubic hairs. Scott was somewhere between six and seven inches fully hard. He was fairly thick and he ran completely straight. Whereas his jawline was a little off centre, Scott's cock could have been chiselled out of stone.
Isaac moved backwards into a more comfortable kneeling position off of the bed. He pulled Scott by the thighs so that he hung off the end. Isaac placed himself between his lover's thighs.
He couldn't help but giggle a little at the sight of Scott's penis flapping about as he pulled him. In his defence, it was the first time he'd ever seen a cock outside of the internet and his own with an erection. Luckily, he managed to pass it off as a giggle of nervousness.
Scott pushed himself up into a seating position and ran a finger through Isaac's hair.
"It's okay, don't be nervous," he murmured. "It's not difficult."
"And you'd know would you?" Isaac replied, wrapping a hand around it and moving closer whilst sizing it up.
"No," Scott admitted, "But I do intend to find out soon."
Isaac flushed and he wanted to hide it. So he went the only way he could. Forward.
He took Scott into his mouth and was rewarded with a gasp and a more than slightly noticeable shudder.
Isaac didn't know much about giving blow jobs, but he knew the basics. He bobbed up and down on Scott's cock. Isaac flicked his tongue around the head whenever he came up and sucked a little to create pressure whenever he went back down.
He got himself into a good rhythm and Scott seemed to love it. He twisted his head as he went and moved his tongue around. He knew it was nowhere near the greatest blowjob ever but for a first attempt, Isaac was very proud of himself. Especially as he made Scott come in only a few minutes.
Scott had begun to thrust into Isaac's mouth when he came close to the edge. He'd warned Isaac when he was teetering on the very edge and when Isaac made no attempt to move, he'd shot four long streams of his semen down the other boy's throat.
Isaac sucked it dry and moved back up to meet Scott's mouth. He hovered just above him.
"For a first time," Scott said, "That was fucking incredible."
And then he planted his lips on Isaac's. The two kissed for a while before Isaac was flipped onto his back and Scott moved to reciprocate.
"Scott, stop," Isaac said. As much as he wanted Scott, he didn't want to do everything in one night. And the energy burst that had come with the pizza had been taken out of him in the act of giving a blow job. "Can we just, you know, sleep?"
Scott smiled.
"Sure," he said, "But I'm not putting my clothes on."
The two of them moved under the covers and cuddled in together. Scott's curtains had been drawn so the room was dark.
Scott took the role of the 'big spoon' and Isaac loved the feeling of security that he received along with Scott's arm around his body.
Isaac was almost asleep when he was pulled to attention by the sound of Scott's unnecessarily loud message tone informing them both that someone was trying to contact him.
"I can ignore that," Scott said, nuzzling the back of Isaac's neck and blowing softly onto it. Isaac shivered.
"No," Isaac replied, "It could be important. I'll still be here when you get back."
Scott sighed and slid out of the bed. Isaac followed his naked body's path to his jeans at the end of the bed. When Scott bent over to pick them up, Isaac felt his cock harden a little again. He waited for Scott to put the phone down and come back and engulf him in warmth again. Scott did neither.
Instead he stood in the same position for a long time, unmoving, seemingly reading and rereading the message over and over again.
"Scott," Isaac said hesitantly, not knowing if he wanted to know. "What's wrong?"
It took Scott an age to reply. So long in fact, that had he taken another second or two, Isaac would have gotten up and taken the phone from him to read the message himself.
"Isaac," Scott said in a hoarse voice. "Boyd's dead."
A/N Sorry that this chapter is a day late, I've been unexpectedly busy all of this week so it was Tuesday before I even got the chance to sit down and write! This was supposed to be a fluffy chapter but I'm totally not sorry about how it turned out.
Everybody seems to be having such a positive reaction to the dream in the previous chapter and I am so happy about that because character back story isn't my strong point and being repeatedly told I did a good job is so wonderful, so thank you all.
Special Shoutout To:
ekneisler; Thank you very much, I'm glad you think I got his back story. And oh my gosh, I know right? I bet he is huge!
Pace1818; Alas, Boyd is dead! But to make up for that, I'll give you a little spoiler in that Erica will definitely recover from her injuries. Whether she survives until the end, we'll see ;). As for Deucalion and his peeing, you're half right; he is staking a claim but it's not as 'his bitch'. Derek (with the help of Peter) will explain fully in the next chapter. If you still have any questions after that, I will answer them all. I'm glad that the dreams were heartbreaking because they must have had the desired effect!
Mywingsarecooler; Thanks a lot! I'm glad to hear you like it! In time, you will have more!
DarkApolo; I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It was a little less fluffy and a little more smutty than I'd originally planned but hey, I think it fits the future story better.
Thanks to everybody who has kept going with this story and to everybody who has taken the time to favourite, follow or review. I can't put into words how amazingly grateful I am. Thank you all so much for your continued support; happy reading!