Stiles –

Holy shit; did he just say what I thought he said? No, wait maybe, wait yes! Is this actually happening? If it is, where do I start? There are so many things that I want to know about him, I want to know it all. I don't think one dinner will cover it but if he's in the mood to talk now it's the first time I've seen it since we got together. Who knows when it will happen again?

He was looking over at me expectantly, actually kind of amused with that half smile on his lips. "This would be the part where you say something." He said.

"You realise the power you're giving me right? I mean my head just literally exploded inside."

He laughed and shook his head. "Okay well let me give you some ground rules."

"There it is, I knew there'd be a catch." I mumbled.

"I'll answer anything you ask but I'm not going to do it all night. When I say stop that's it." He said and I shrugged a little. "And then I get to ask you a few things." He said, like he had some big bad questions up his wolfy sleeve.

"Dude, deal." I said and he rolled his eyes with a smile, turning away.

He was still holding my hand, stroking it softly and had his feet pressed up against mine under the table. There was something different about him, something I hadn't seen before but I liked it. He wasn't being bossy and domineering, he was just being… himself. I mean, maybe it was himself, maybe it was someone else, who he wanted to be. I don't know.

I don't even think he knows. Maybe I should start with something like that. This is ridiculous, I should just be able to ask him something without overanalysing it. I guess I just don't want to waste a miracle moment like this one on stupid questions.

Our moment was broken when the waitress flounced over to the table. "Hey I'm Jess and I'll be your server this evening, can I get you any drinks or starters?" She said with a smile.

I saw her eyes dart to our hands entwined on the table and then back to our faces, trying not to stare.

"I'll just grab a whiskey and coke thanks." Derek said with a charming smile.

"Me too." I made a clicking sound with the corner of my mouth and Derek laughed.

"He'll have a coke." He said and she nodded, writing it down and bouncing away. "I'm not getting you drunk in the middle of a restaurant in the town where your father is the sheriff." He said.

"I bet you can't say that ten times fast." I said.

"Shut up Stiles." He smiled.

I guess this is my moment, what the hell should I ask him? "Okay if you hadn't said that I would totally be asking what the hell you'd done with Derek."

"You know if you wanted to ask me anything now would be the time to do it." Derek seemed actually kind of amused at the whole thing. "When she clears the plates from our main meal I'm going to stop answering your questions, I know they're in there."

I smiled, biting down on my lip. "Hey, I don't want to mess this up, alright? Just give me a few minutes to think this through." He laughed to himself and when I should have been thinking of questions I was stupidly distracted by his perfect smile.

Maybe I should ask him how he keeps his teeth so god damn white.

Jess came back with our drinks and asked about entrée but Derek gave her a charming look and told her to give us a few more minutes to decide. When she was gone he tilted his head and looked over expectantly. Okay, running out of time here and you still haven't asked him anything Stiles, come on.

I don't know why but suddenly I just stared rolling off a whole lot of completely pathetic questions like we were on some crappy daytime quiz show.

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Green."

"Favourite song?"

He shrugged. "Don't really have one."

"Book then?"

"White Fang."

"Nice Derek, nice. What's your favourite thing to do in bed?"

"I'll show you later."

"Good answer. What did you always want to be when you grew up?"

He smiled over at me and then looked away. "The sheriff." He said.

"What? Why?" I asked, really not expecting that answer.

"I don't know, ask your dad why he wanted to be sheriff." He said with a shrug.

"Fair call." I said, thinking that maybe I should actually go and do that because I don't think I ever have.

"Stiles?"

"What?"

"Why don't you just ask me the thing you really want to ask me?" He said, his features soft, waiting for me to ask him something he can actually answer.

And then I figured something out; the whole 'I know you want me to tell you about me' deal is true but I think he also kind of wants to tell me too. I mean that would explain the terrified look on his face.

I sighed. "Anyone would think you actually wanted me to know you Derek." I said softly.

His gaze bore into mine and I swallowed, his eyes tracing the lines on my face down to my throat, watching the jugular pump quickly under my skin. The hand holding mine turned my wrist up and pulled it towards him as he leant down to put his lips to it.

"I'm not good at saying things Stiles…" He said, sitting back up and looking over at me.

"I know Derek," I nudged my shoulders up a little. "You don't have to be."

"So ask me something already." He said, not able to say the thing that he was actually thinking.

Every time he says 'I love you' it's like pulling teeth. It's like he physically has trouble doing it. Good thing he has this look in his eyes that says it for him.

Anyway, I should probably ask him something, he seems anxious to start talking which is like, just short of a miracle. And I do have a question hanging around, one that I've kind of thought about for a long time but never really asked, and I don't think he'll see it coming.

"What was Laura like?" I asked and he narrowed his eyes, looking at me in a confused manner.

"That's… an interesting question." He said slowly.

"Hey, you said you'd answer anything and I kind of always wanted to know." I shrugged.

He nodded and let out a sigh as he thought about her. "Well, before everything happened she was… I mean I've never met anyone who comes close to the way she was. I guess she was sort of like my mother. She was always laughing or singing or trying to protect me from things that I really didn't need protecting from." I saw his eyes shining, glittering in the romantic lighting and I realised I had never known just how much he had cared about her. I was always thinking about how he buried her outside his house, half of her anyway. Even after being together all this time I never thought about how much he could have cared about her but now, I can see it. "We used to joke about how I was her favourite in the family, and the other way round, I could always talk to her when something was wrong. She just… she had the capacity to be so brimming with laughter and then when it mattered she would come down and just…" He smiled, the kind of smile that I rarely see him wear and it hurt to watch it fade as the glittering in his eyes disappeared. "After it all she was different. We both were. She didn't laugh any more. She didn't dance… suddenly she was the alpha of a pack that didn't even exist. I never saw the Laura that I grew up with after that day. She burned down in that house."

"So what was she like after?" I said softly.

"Colder. Determined to make us both move on and forget. Somehow it made her stronger. If it weren't for her I don't know where I would be." The sadness in his eyes made my whole body ache. "She saved me from a lot of things, made me promise that nothing would ever make me weak again."

"You miss her don't you?" I said softly.

"Yes." He said after a moment of thought. "She was everything I had left."

"What were the others like?"

He looked up with a tilted head, "the others?"

"Your family, what were they like?" I still felt like I was treading on shaky ground. He didn't really say much and before I got the chance to say anything the damn waitress was back for our order.

Derek slipped back into his charming mode easily and that was kind of scary but at least he didn't bite her head off because I was bringing up his family. We ordered and she left, and so it was back to the slightly awkward silence we had left.

"Why all the questions about my family?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Well, I'm not going to get the chance to meet them, I want to know about them. I mean, your mom is supposed to be this amazing woman that everyone somehow knows and I want to know why, and you went through a hell of a lot with Laura. Then there's your dad who I've never heard anything about and I don't even know if there were any others… just tell me about them, all of them."

He just stared back at me, I could see the thoughts swilling through his mind like fish in a crowded pond. He was letting it all back in, the things he'd tried to forget because… because what? Made me promise that nothing would ever make me weak again… Oh, that.

"Derek if you think this was a mistake then-"

"My dad…" He started, shutting me up pretty darn fast. "My dad wasn't like the rest of us. Three kids and not one was human like him. I think he actually liked it that way." His eyes were distant but he seemed to be letting his memories in willingly, smiling a little. It was mesmerising. "Most of his arguments with my mother were about how he could never win arguments, and sometimes he just didn't understand it all but he never would have given it up. Not for anything.

"He didn't want to be like us though, so for a while when we were little he had to keep his distance. Teething was an interesting time. I know I got bitten a number of times by my little sister." I gave him a look, little sister? I didn't know he had a little sister too. "Cora, she'd probably be about your age now if…" He sighed but shook it off. "She was only a kid… she was a bit of a firecracker too, but she was my dad's favourite. Mostly, she was his favourite because she was so feisty and cheeky, I was the favourite because I was his only son, and Laura, well she reminded him of mom and he always said that one day he hoped to see her become just as much of a leader as she was.

"She did, he just never saw it. Laura and my mother were different from me and Cora and Peter, from everyone. My mother could turn into a wolf, a real wolf. It was rare and that's why so many others like me knew about her. They sought her out for advice and sometimes they thought she was destined to be something more, I don't know." I don't even know if he can stop everything coming out of his mouth now, it seems to be pouring out, like I'm not even here, like he's just thinking it all through in his mind. "After the fire Laura slowly figured out that she could do it too. I think she always knew, she just didn't want to have that on her shoulders. She did the same thing that I did for a while and blocked it all out because the memory was… back to the rest of them-"

"Derek… you know you don't have to keep going." I said, taking my hand and stroking his arm with it, still holding his tightly with the other. "I get it… really I do."

He smiled slightly, sliding his foot up and down my calf to let me know that we were on the same page. I saw him turn his head quickly and let go of my hand. I was about to question when I saw the waitress appear with our food in hand.

Crap, have we really been here long enough to have our food already? I'm running out of time. I can see he's already shutting off and I know he can't help it, that I went in with the big guns probably contributed to that.

We thanked the waitress and started our meals. I don't know how, but Derek is sexy even when he eats. The way he moves his fork, the way he licks his lips after a bite, everything just makes me want to keep watching him.

"Maybe you should stop staring and get to eating." He mumbled through a mouthful of spaghetti, still sexy.

"Oh no, the longer this plate is on the table the longer I have to keep you talking." I said, taking a bite out of my bread roll.

"Well get on with it."

I thought about asking him about Paige, I really, really wanted to but maybe I should quit with the traumatising past questions and ask him something that won't make him want to shut down and run away.

"What's the best memory you have?" I asked, knowing that it would probably still head down the traumatising path.

"Of what?" He asked.

"Of what – of anything Derek, just something great that you can remember, but not about me because I know all of that stuff." He laughed and I took another bite of my food as he thought about it.

"Do you mean-"

"For god's sake Derek anything, whatever the hell comes to mind when I say 'great memory'. I just want to hear about something."

He shook his head and took another bite, still thinking. I personally think he's just biding his time so he can avoid my future questions. Freaking sour wolf.

After his ridiculously long mouthful was done he looked up and I gave him a glance that said 'well?' and he smiled.

"It was one of our camping trips. I know I told you that we used to go." I nodded so he continued. "Well, me and Laura had gone down to the creek, about ten minutes' walk from the site, and met Peter, then someone suggested we go and get Cora. I think I was about twelve, she was only five and I was the one who had to go back and get her. She was asleep in her tent and as I walked in my mom and dad were just… dancing, slow dancing in the trees, no music, just laughing and dancing. They didn't even see me. I don't know why but I watched them for a while. They were so… something.

"I went and got Cora and she was grumpy at first but then she was so happy because we were older and including her and she woke up slowly as I carried her back. When we got there Laura and Peter were just lying in the grass, heads next to one another staring up into the trees. I lay with them and Cora curled up next to me.

"All we did was talk, I can't even remember what it was about but… that's the memory that I thought of." He said.

I seriously just want to pull him into my arms and hug him right now. I have never seen Derek like this, and I doubt I'll ever see this Derek again.

"Your best memory includes Peter?" I asked, a small smile creeping onto my lips.

He chuckled. "The Peter you know now and the Peter I knew back then isn't the same person. Trust me, he was much different when we were younger."

"I'll take your word for it."

"You're going to have to."

We sat in silence for a little longer as we continued to eat, another question playing on my mind.

"So… do you, uh, do you ever think about, I don't know…"

"What is it Stiles?" He asked softly.

I looked up at him from under my lashes and looked down at my food, pushing the last few bits around the plate. "It's nothing I mean… do you ever think about having a family of your own?"

I didn't look up, I didn't want to look up. Man, I can't believe I just asked him that. Now he's going to think I'm some kind of… god I don't even know. I felt him reach out to me again, stilling my hand from fidgeting and forcing me to look up into his eyes.

"Why are you asking that?" He asked slowly.

He didn't seem like he was going to run, not angry or cold, just genuinely curious as to why I asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I mean we've talked about your family and stuff and I just wondered if one day you ever wanted to… start your own. Is that so hard to fathom that the conversation would move from that to this?"

He laughed quietly and looked away, I'm not sure if he believes me but I don't know what else to say. I saw him contemplate the idea, I watched his face change as he thought it over and oh my god was it driving me mad.

"Seriously Derek is it that hard a question?" I said, slightly involuntarily.

"No." he said flatly.

I just looked up at him. "What? No it's not a hard question or no you never think of it?"

"I don't think of it."

"Well if you were to think of it…"

"No." He said, his eyes somehow colder.

What does that mean? "No what?"

"No, I don't want to. If I think about it, that's my answer." I'm not sure why it made my heart sink, but it did.

I made sure my voice was steady before I said anything, I didn't want him to think – hell, I don't even know what I'm thinking. "Just straight up no? Like you never wanted to… have kids or get married or I don't know, buy a house in the suburbs and get a dog?"

He raised an eyebrow at me. "A dog? Really?"

"That wasn't the main point of what I just said Derek and you know it." I snapped.

He looked taken aback and I dropped my fork onto the plate, pushing it away from me because I was done playing with my food. I don't know why I said that so forcefully, I don't know why any of this is coming as a shock to me or why I'm reacting so badly but for some reason; I am.

"Okay…" He said slowly. "Once, once I thought about it, but that was a long time ago. My thoughts and plans have changed since then. I have a pack now."

I fought back the urge to scoff at him. "You have a pack now? And what happens if you meet someone who doesn't?"

"Stiles… I don't know what you want me to say… do you-"

"Oh my god, I'm seventeen years old do you really think – I'm not thinking about that, not yet." I said.

"Well if you were to think of it…" He said, copying my earlier ploy.

"If I were to think of it then yeah, I would like to think that there was something else in my future other than… I don't know, okay, I don't think about it and that's my point but I'm not saying that I never want something… else."

Yeah, good work Stiles, because that didn't sound ridiculous or stupid or anything else.

He nodded quietly. "It's just where I stand, that's all." I nodded back in response and he looked almost lost, like he didn't think I was going to go all crazy on him.

Hell, I didn't even know that. I laughed a little awkwardly. "Well, that was fun. Sorry about the snapping and-"

"I don't want you to apologise. We aren't going to agree on everything."

I snorted. "Derek we don't agree on anything."

A smiled crossed his lips. "That's not true."

I laughed, he's a sour wolf most of the time, but he has his moments.

"Did you enjoy your meals?" I jumped as the waitress came to collect our plates.

Wait, no, not yet! I still have so many questions.

"It was beautiful, thanks." Derek smiled up at her and she gave him one in return as she took them away.

"So what did you and Laura do when you left Beacon Hills?" I asked, hoping he had forgotten his earlier terms and conditions.

"I don't think so. You know what I said earlier." He said with a cheeky smile that I just wanted to punch of his smug little face.

He handed me a dessert menu and I snatched it away as all these perfect questions came popping into my head.

"That was when you had your little experimental phase wasn't it? How many drugs did you do?" He just shook his head. "Wait, did you experiment with other things too? You ever been with another guy?" He looked up with a smile that made me wish I could read minds for just the next five minutes. "Wait come on, please? Just one more?"

"You'll have to settle with not knowing intimate details of the things I did back when I was single." He said.

"So is that a yes, you have been with another guy?" I asked and he just laughed.

"Pick something you want for dessert." He said, staring down at the menu with a smile.

I exaggerated my movements and huffed about a bit as I opened the menu to read it and pretended not to see Derek's ridiculously perfect smile from behind his.

We picked out our food and Derek was back to holding my hand by the time the menus had been taken back and he was giving me this look. I don't like it. I don't know what it means.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked.

"I said you could ask me anything, and you did, and I answered-"

"Most of them you did." I mumbled.

"I gave you my terms, you could have asked me that first." He smiled. "Well now I have things that I want to ask you."

"Well don't expect it to be like pulling teeth because I don't have anything that I need to hide." I said.

"I've only got two things that I want to ask." He said.

"Well you better do it quick because if she clears our plates before you ask one then you're asking for trouble."

He laughed and shook his head. "Two questions, that's all."

"Go on then."

"Why do you keep pretending that things aren't going to change next year?" He asked.

"What? I'm not doing that, change how?" I asked.

"Well, no one can really bring up college without you making a fuss and changing the subject. Why don't you want to talk about it?" He asked.

"I have talked about it, I talked about it with Erica."

"So talk about it with me now." He said, almost growling.

"What is there to talk about? It's a long way away."

"Colleges start opening their doors to prospective students in the New Year. That's only a few months away Stiles."

"God, you sound like my dad." I grunted.

"Do you know what you want to do when you leave high school?"

"I have ideas but I also have time."

"That doesn't answer the question as to why you keep pushing it away."

"No, but it does answer your other related questions."

"Well I didn't want answers to those, not as much."

"Everything changes next year, okay?" I blurted and he stopped talking. "We all go to different colleges and everyone keeps talking about what they want to do and where they want to go and no one is actually saying anything about how that means that we scatter and things change. I don't know where Scott's going or what he wants to do… hell he'll be able to get a scholarship to any school for lacrosse now that he's the star. He might want to leave, I might want to leave. We all might."

"That's what happens Stiles." He said.

"I know but it's just a lot to take in right now and it sort of came running in really quickly and next thing I know we'll be passing the finish line and … then what?" I sighed.

"Then you figure out what comes next."

"I guess so." I said.

His foot was rubbing my leg again, warm and comforting and god I hate how he does that, but I don't want him to stop.

"So you had two questions, what was the second?" I asked.

He looked down and cleared his throat a little before looking back up. "You promise you'll answer me, honestly?"

"Yeah Derek I promise, okay, what's with all the faces?" I pointed to the almost nervous look in his eyes and he sighed.

"I want – I want to ask you why… why you blame yourself for your mother's death?" He said.

And I just sat there, my jaw dropped, absolutely dumbfounded.

It had gotten to be pretty late and Melissa had retired to bed for the night, more or less mentally drained from a dinner she won't soon forget. Scott was elated, finally feeling free to be with who he wanted, no more secrets. Isaac was mainly relieved that he hadn't been given a few harsh words from Mrs McCall, she could actually be pretty terrifying.

The pair sat on the couch, the television on but neither of them watching. Scott had his chest tightly against Isaac's, hands cupping his square jaw as their tongues thrashed together. Isaac let himself taste every inch of Scott's mouth, running his tongue along the inside of his top lip before Scott took his bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently and causing Isaac to groan loudly.

He pulled back, pushing Scott off him as he tried to catch his breath.

"As much as I really, really want to do this, I don't think I'm going to be able to do it here for a while yet." He said.

"Scott grunted. "Oh come on, she's asleep, and we don't have to do it here… we can go up to my room." He grinned.

"This is all coming from the guy who wouldn't even let me blow him in the kitchen, when his mom wasn't home." Isaac teased.

"Come on… I'll be really quiet." He whispered as he nipped at Isaac's ear.

"I seriously doubt that." Isaac smirked and shoved him back, forcing him to stop his tantalising assault. "Not here." He said firmly.

Scott sighed, rolling his eyes a little as he sat back, trying to think about anything other than the fact that the room was just dripping with the scent of arousal. He closed his eyes for a second, breathing slowly and a smile played over Isaac's lips.

"Although…" He began and Scott looked over with a grin. "Derek did take Stiles out tonight, odds are they won't be back for another hour or so at least."

Scott's grin got wider and they were out the door in seconds. The two of them hopped onto the back of the bike and Scott drove them – possibly a little too fast – to the loft.

"So you're sure they aren't here?" Scott purred against the flushed skin on Isaac's neck as he stood behind him in the lift, pulling his hips back slowly.

"Did you see a big black Camaro out there?" He said, his eyes rolling shut as his body reacted to the things Scott was doing to him.

"I wasn't really looking at the cars." He said as the doors opened to the living room.

He grabbed Isaac's wrist, dragging him towards the stairs.

"You know we don't have to do it in bed, they'll be gone long enough." Isaac said, pulling Scott away from the stairs and roughly into his arms for a kiss.

Scott growled playfully, his hands slipping down Isaac's back and down to his ass, giving it a squeeze as he held him close. "Maybe, I never said we had to do it in bed, I just don't want to be down here and halfway through when they get back…" Isaac was about to say that they would be able to hear them coming but Scott wrapped his fingers in the mess of his curls and pulled his head back so that his hot breath fanned over his face. "… because when I start fucking you I'm not going to stop until you're a hot shaky mess and can't even remember your own name." He breathed in a dry rasp.

Isaac felt his stomach flip, his heart pound and his jeans grow impossibly tight.

"Who are you and what have you done with Scott?" He breathed.

"What? You don't like the plan?" Scott rumbled.

"Oh I do, that's why you should get your ass up those stairs right fucking now." He growled back.

Scott smiled, taking him by the wrists again and dragging him up to Isaac's room, not even bothering to shut the door before throwing him against the wall and running a hand down his chest. He slipped a finger under Isaac's belt and gave it a tug.

"Not much room to breathe." He said with a raise of his eyebrow.

"You want to help me out there then?" Isaac said, panting audibly.

Scott slowly pulled the buckle out, slipping it through the loops and dropping it to the floor. He got down on his knees, licked his lips as he stared at the large bulge struggling in its sheath. He knew these jeans, he had taken them off many times and when his fingers found the button it came undone easily for him, just as Isaac was beginning to do.

He had his head back rested against the wall, forehead beading with sweat as Scott took his time.

"Oh… seriously Scott what are you doing down there?" Isaac said, his body aching for Scott's hands to reach out and touch him.

Scott just smiled to himself as he pulled the jeans around Isaac's ankles and he kicked them away quickly.

"You're so impatient." He purred.

Isaac let out a low whine as Scott's hands brushed his thighs, fingertips slipping just under the bottom of his boxers. He hooked them in, slowly pulling them down, even the feel of the fabric pulling over him made Isaac's breathing get faster.

It took no time at all before he was kicking them away to join his jeans and his cock was springing to attention, standing erect just inches from Scott's damp lips. Isaac put one hand on the side of Scott's head but he just took him by the wrist again and Isaac stared down at him.

"Why are you stopping?" He asked.

"If I remember correctly I haven't even started yet." Scott said with a smirk.

"Yeah well why have you stopped before you had the chance?"

"I want to hear you beg." He said.

Isaac whimpered. "Really Scott? Can you just please…" He pushed his hips out a little but Scott used his free hand to push them back down.

"That's the spirit."

"You just wait; I am going to fucking kill you when I get down there." He groaned.

Scott chuckled. "Can't wait, but I still don't hear what I want."

He let his tongue brush over one of Isaac's fingers and heard him let out a needy moan. He slowly took it into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks and swirling his tongue, his eyes staring upwards at Isaac who was biting his lip hard.

"Fuck… Scott please…" He breathed.

The hand that wasn't being tortured by Scott's mouth was balled into a fist and his hard on was painfully aching as it was being neglected and ignored.

"What do you want? Come on Isaac just tell me." Scott breathed.

"Put your fucking mouth on me… or your hand… or anything just touch me… please Scott this is me begging." He whined. "Come on Scott you have no idea how much I want you… how much I need you right now just please." He took his free hand and wrapped it around his length for just a moment before Scott was batting it away.

"I didn't say you could do that." He growled.

"Dare you to make me stop." Scott grinned, parting his lips and taking the tip of Isaac's cock in his mouth to which he elicited an electrified groan. "Holy fuck… yes…" He breathed as Scott drew back with his lips, slowly at first and then picking up the pace and making Isaac resist the urge to buck into him.

"You know you really do have the dirtiest mouth when you're in the mood." Scott smirked, pulling away only for a second before he was lowering his lips further down Isaac's shaft and this time he didn't resist.

Isaac urged his hips forward and Scott grunted at the quick movement but soon picked up a pace, taking a firm hold of Isaac's ass as he guided his thrusts along with him. Isaac's hands tangled in his hair as he struggled to stay standing.

His loud moans began to get more frantic, the warm feeling building in his stomach and beginning to spread. "Scott…" He breathed.

He pulled his swollen red lips away and stood up, roughly taking Isaac's face in his hands and kissing him wildly. Isaac's shaking hands fumbled with Scott's belt but it was soon enough undone and as he pulled his jeans down Scott tore his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. As Isaac lifted his fingers to unbutton the shirt Scott took his hands and placed them flat against his waist.

"Leave it on." He said huskily.

"You know this thing you have about me in button up shirts is kind of ridiculous." Isaac said, grinning but leaning in to ravish Scott's neck with his lips.

"Oh yeah like your thing for me leaving my jeans on when we have a quick fuck before school isn't?" He smirked.

"Now who's the dirty one?" Isaac moaned into Scott's neck, leaving fading purple bruises that had Scott digging his fingernails into Isaac's skin.

"You fucking love it." He said, grabbing him back by the shirt and pushing him to the bed.

As he descended on him he opened the drawer by the bed and pulled out a condom and the familiar cylindrical bottle. Isaac parted his legs to let Scott crawl between them before he poured some of the slippery liquid onto two of his fingers, getting one of Isaac's legs up over his shoulder.

Reaching down his fingers found Isaac's tight hole and slowly rubbed against it, making Isaac grip the sheets tightly. Scott loved watching his body squirm under his hands and gently pushed the end of his finger inside him. He chuckled as Isaac pushed himself back onto him.

"You like that." Scott's voice vibrated in the space between them as Isaac nodded silently.

He added another finger, slowly working him open until his own cock was leaking pre come at the sight before him. He pulled himself away only so that he could slide the condom down over his length, breathing hard as he slicked himself up.

He went to push Isaac's ankle off his shoulder but he stopped him. "Leave it, I can take it." He said breathlessly.

It was enough to make Scott forget about his plan to tease him, the last bit of restraint in his body was used up on trying to ease himself slowly into Isaac, the both of them letting out strangled groans as Scott inched his way inside. Trying not to hurt him he gave slow thrusts as he leant in to meet his lips, kissing him with a closed mouth and his moans still escaping.

He worked his hips faster, switching between quick hard strokes and long drawn out ones that made Isaac's eyes roll back into his head every time. A single curl was painted to his forehead with sweat and his hand gripped the back of Scott's neck as he set fire to every part of his body he touched.

Back to quick strides, Scott rested his elbow in the bed and Isaac groaned as the angle got even better, only just scraping the spot that was begging, mercilessly, for Scott to hit. Scott could feel the pressure building inside him and lifted his body upright, kneeling on the bed and swinging Isaac's other let up onto his shoulder, tilting his hips and thrusting manically.

"Yes…oh fuck… oh god Scott…" Isaac almost yelled as Scott hit the mark, perfectly and sending waves of pleasure through him with each quick thrust.

He continued to involuntarily moan his name as his orgasm broke, ripping through him and surging through his blood like an inferno. Scott took only a few more strides before he was coming, his knees barely able to hold as his whole body shook. With the waves of pleasure still washing over him, he pulled out of Isaac and collapsed against him, not caring about the warm sticky liquid that had pooled in the lines of Isaac's chest.

He kissed Isaac in a way that was more just the acknowledgement of ones lips against the other for a fleeting moment before he rolled onto his back, panting furiously.

"Shit Isaac… that was…." He panted, unable to even explain how amazing it was.

Isaac chuckled giddily. "Who's Isaac?"

Scott laughed and turned his head to look at him. He reached out to take his hand and Isaac looked over lazily.

"I love you, you know." Scott said softly.

Isaac managed a smirk. "After that, you'd better."

Scott laughed again and wondered how he could top a night like this before realising that as long as Isaac was there, he would.