Allison has no idea what she's doing. None of them do, especially Isaac, who clearly has never even been in a normal relationship before, much less a...threesome? A triad? She doesn't know the correct terminology.
It feels right, though. It should feel weird and strange, because seriously, who does this, but instead it feels like everything over the last couple months has been leading up to this. And besides, Allison died once without accepting her feelings, feelings that she thought she wasn't supposed to have. She isn't going to do it again.
Scott seems to be of the same mind, which is kind of funny considering they never actually had the conversation where they decided they were going to do this with Isaac. All it took was one look, the realization of how right it felt to be with Isaac in Scott's room, and Allison knew they were gone, hurtling off into unexplored territory yet again.
Isaac is hesitant and doesn't take anything for granted, not daring to make any assumptions about their interest in him, but he's always eager and receptive when one of them makes the first move. He is quite clearly touch-starved, and it makes Allison want to wrap her arms around him and stroke his hair and back soothingly. He makes her want to be gentle, to take care of him, in a way that's always come naturally to Scott, but never to her. Even before Allison found out about the family business, she never would've described herself as a particularly gentle person. It's surprising, but in a good way. She can say that about a lot of things in her life recently.
Scott has been working more hours at the animal clinic this summer, while Isaac still only works nights, so Allison spends a lot of time at Isaac's house. Specifically in his bed.
Allison is on top of him, kissing him furiously despite the August heat, one of Isaac's hands in her hair and the other around her waist. They're both shirtless and Allison's breasts are wet from earlier, when Isaac spent an inordinate amount of attention kissing them. He's still a little clumsy, clearly not an experienced kisser, but his eagerness is pretty hot and Allison has no problem taking the lead. To be fair, she's on her period right now, so pretty much everything makes her horny, especially the fact that Isaac can no doubt smell it and still has no problem making out with her. She wonders if that means he'd fuck her right now too. Scott always does, because he's a gentleman like that, but Isaac is a lot shyer and he's been keeping his hands above her waist this entire time anyway. Allison's trying to be respectful of that, but his erection is right there and all she really wants to do is grind down on it and maybe pin his wrists above his head until he's gasping and straining with pleasure.
Isaac groans when she bites his lip and rolls them over so that they're on their sides, sliding his hands up to play with her breasts. He ducks down to kiss her neck and Allison tilts her head back to give him better access, inhaling sharply when he scrapes his teeth across her skin. Scott never uses his teeth on her and it feels good, even if Isaac's being very gentle, not even biting her. Not like Scott bit into his neck a couple days ago, possessive and firm, causing Isaac to shake and pant helplessly. God, it makes her wetter even thinking about it.
Allison smooths her hands down his chest and Isaac suddenly stops and goes very still, pulling back from her neck.
"What?" Allison asks breathlessly, wondering if she'd done something wrong.
Isaac groans and presses his face into his pillow. "Chantille's back," he says. "Shit, we have to go pick up Latisha now."
Allison can't hear anything, so Chantille is probably still on the street. "I'm assuming you didn't tell her..." she starts delicately and is not at all surprised when Isaac gives her an incredulous look. Not that she's told anyone either, not even Lydia, for obvious reasons, but she thinks Isaac would be better off if he actually started telling Chantille more about his life. She's pretty sure she still doesn't know that Isaac's a werewolf.
"Right, I'll just..." Allison says, sitting up and reaching over to the bedside table to pick up her bra. She puts it on, enjoying the way Isaac's eyes follow the movements of her breasts and then leans in quickly to kiss his nipple.
Isaac splutters, going red, and she grins at him as she gets off the bed and heads for the door.
"You should take care of that," she says, turning around as she gets to the door, giving his erection a pointed look.
"Allison," Isaac hisses in embarrassment, but Allison ignores him and just goes into the upstairs bathroom to fix her hair and give Chantille a plausible excuse for why they're both upstairs at the same time.
She spends the rest of the afternoon with Isaac, Chantille, and Latisha, makes them dinner, but she goes to Scott's straight after because she is really, really horny, and her vibrator at home is just not going to cut it.
Scott fucks her on her back, steady and not too hard, while she whispers exactly what she'd done with Isaac this afternoon in his ear and rubs her clit. Scott moans into her neck when she mentions how hard Isaac was, how badly she wanted to get him inside her, and then flips her over on her stomach to get the angle that always make Allison wail. Allison almost screams when she comes and Scott moans her name over and over again as his thrusts become uneven and he comes as well.
Scott collapses on her and Allison doesn't have the energy to protest, just groans and twines their fingers together. He pulls out gently and gets rid of the condom, while Allison tries to regain her breath. She should probably feel bad about getting blood on his sheets, but to be honest she's too blissed to care and just rolls over onto her side to cuddle up against him.
"Mmm," Allison says, curling into Scott's chest. "Yeah, that's just what I needed."
"Glad I could help," Scott pants, and Allison snickers at the dopey look on his face.
They doze for a bit, Allison's mind wandering to plans for tomorrow. Her dad is taking her to the shooting range to practice her shooting. The first time he'd trained her she'd shied away from firearms, worrying about their lethality. If she'd had a gun after her mother died, Allison fears the outcome of her rampage would have been a lot worse. But as much as Allison loves her crossbow, she needs to use all the weapons at her disposal. She isn't a werewolf and she cannot allow her humanity to be her weakness anymore than it already is. She can't die again.
Well, that got depressing fast, she thinks with a frown and looks up at Scott. She needs a distraction.
"So," she says, rolling over onto her stomach next to him, stroking her fingers lightly down his chest. "You still haven't told me what you want to do Tuesday afternoon. You still have off, right?"
"Uh, yeah," Scott says, blushing, because he knows exactly what she's talking about.
Allison raises an eyebrow when he doesn't respond right away and Scott gives in with a sigh.
"I kind of want to," Scott says lowly, looking at her through his eyelashes. "You know, blow him."
Allison raises both eyebrows at that because that was really, well, gay of Scott. She expected a little more easing into the sex with guys thing, but she supposes she shouldn't be surprised. Scott had taken the revelation of his bisexuality in stride, with minimal freak-out.
"Yeah, what else?" she asks, leaning in to kiss his neck. "Besides fucking him, of course. You could talk more about that, though."
Scott groans and leans back to give her more of his neck. "Yeah, or that," he says, eyes sliding shut as she trails her hands down his chest. "Or, you know, other way around."
Allison's eyes widen at that and then she actually thinks about it, about Scott on his hands and knees, getting fucked by another boy.
"You are very open-minded," Allison tells him, a bit proud of him, kissing him gently on the mouth.
"I'm an open-minded guy," Scott says easily, smiling into the kiss, because he really is.
"Well, I can't do that," Allison says in mock disappointment, pulling back a little. "But I can, you know, do other things."
She wiggles her fingers at him.
Scott looks confused for a second and then his eyes go wide, cheeks flushing.
"That's...uh, I..." he stammers.
"You up for it?" Allison grins and Scott pulls her in for another kiss.
"Oh, my God," Scott moans in her shoulder ten minutes later, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his chest. "Why haven't we done that before?"
"Because of the patriarchy," Allison tells him, gritting her teeth as she tries to get just the right rhythm on her clit, but it's difficult with her left hand. She'd finger herself too, but that seems kind of unsanitary. "Some help here?"
"Yeah, definitely," Scott pants and slides his hand down to help.
On Tuesday, Allison is determined to get into Isaac's pants. It's been more than a week that they've been messing around now, surely that was enough time. Scott and Allison only dated for about six weeks total before they had sex for the first time, but that was because they were both virgins. Besides, Isaac is a guy, and he has to be getting frustrated. Especially since Scott has confirmed that he is still not jerking off. Did he forget how or something? Because Allison can totally help with that.
They go out for lunch at a pizza place which is fun, but kind of strange. Allison realizes that she and Scott never actually went out on a date at a restaurant, even though that's what you're supposed to do. It's nice, even though Isaac spends most of the time there complaining about the pizza being better in LA.
Later though, they end up at Scott's house, because that's the only safe place, and Isaac grins that slightly manic grin of his when Scott pulls him to the bed. Isaac ends up on his back, with Scott on top of him, Scott kissing him furiously and pulling at his shirt. Isaac can go either way with her, but Allison thinks he likes having Scott on top of him. Allison sits at Isaac's side and runs her hands up his side when Scott gets his shirt off, enjoying the way Isaac's entire body tenses up when Scott bites into his neck.
"Ngh-uh," Isaac groans out, tilting his head back for more. "Fuck, Scott, that's..."
He actually whimpers when Scott starts sucking on the bite, and clutches at Scott's shoulders with unsteady hands. Scott grinds his hips into his, because he's a dirty cheater, and Isaac just shakes more and moans louder. Allison has no doubt that Scott could make him come in his pants just like this, but that doesn't seem very fair, so she pushes at Scott's shoulder to get him to roll to Isaac's other side.
"C'mon, move over," she says, giving Scott a reproachful look.
Scott does not look sorry at all, even grins at her cheekily, but he rolls over to lie against Isaac's side all the same.
She leans down to kiss Isaac briefly and then pulls back to pull off her shirt and unhook her bra. She leans back down to press her breasts against his chest and smiles at him wickedly, mouthing up his exposed sternum.
"So," she says, running her fingers over the sensitive skin above his belt. "Can I?"
He's hard and she's practically lying between his legs now, but Isaac still looks surprised.
"I-" he says, blushing, and looking between Allison and Scott hesitantly. "Uh...o-okay."
Allison smiles in victory, and undoes his belt, nuzzles his chest with her cheek and looking down at his erection.
"Oh...shit," Isaac gasps, when she unzips his jeans, and she hears him press his face into Scott's pillow.
"It's okay, relax," Scott tells him, and Allison looks up to see Scott stroke his hair and kiss him softly, cupping his cheek with his other hand.
Isaac kisses back a little desperately and Allison wonders if maybe this isn't a good idea, if maybe they should wait, but Scott catches her eye and gives her a nod as he moves down to bite at Isaac's neck again.
Isaac makes a low whimpering noise against Scott's mouth when she pulls his dick out of his boxers and jacks him loosely. Allison smiles as he clutches at Scott's biceps, and Scott kisses his cheek gently and brings Isaac's forehead to press into his neck, murmuring reassurances into his ear. Scott throws her the half-empty bottle of lube from his bedside table and Isaac swears and clutches at her waist as she starts to stroke him in earnest.
Allison kisses his chest as she jacks him off, enjoying the contraction of his muscles as he squirms and moans beneath her. Isaac is a bit longer than Scott, and he's circumcised, which is kind of weird, even though Allison knows it's the norm in the US, but he's a nice weight in her hand. She wouldn't exactly call herself skilled at handjobs, but it only takes a minute before Isaac starts getting close, his hips jerking into her hand, leaking and moaning helplessly into Scott's neck. He is sensitive. She was right.
"Alright, that's it," Scott is saying gently into his ear, running his hand roughly through Isaac's hair. "That's it, you're almost there. C'mon, c'mon, that's it. C'mon, baby, you can-"
Isaac's body goes tense and he comes on the word 'baby'. His back arches as he moans into Scott's neck and Allison soothes him through the aftershocks until he goes limp.
"Fuck," Isaac says into Scott's neck, chest heaving, while Allison resists the urge to wipe her hand on Scott's sheets.
Scott snickers as he leans over Isaac to grab some tissues from his bedside table. "Baby, huh? That really does it for you?"
Isaac makes a horrible embarrassed noise and hides his face in Scott's pillow again.
"Aww, don't be embarrassed," Allison teases, taking a couple tissues from Scott and wiping Isaac down, tucking him back into his boxers.
She crawls up his body and kisses his ear.
"It's pretty hot," she whispers, and smirks when Isaac rolls his eyes and leans up to kiss her.
They kiss for a while, Isaac still breathing heavily while Allison ruts against his thigh to relieve some of the pressure, but it's a relief when Scott grabs her and rolls her under him, pushing up her skirt.
They fuck right then and there, Isaac still splayed out beside them. His gaze on them makes it ten times hotter, Allison is practically dripping onto the sheets, which is unusual right after her period, and she can tell by the low growling noises that Scott's making that he's not going to last long either.
"Yeah," Allison gasps, throwing back her head as Scott thumbs at her clit just the way she likes. "Oh. Yeah, like...just like that, Scott, just. Oh."
She clutches Scott's back and the sharp thrusts of Scott's hips cause her head to lull to the side a little, putting Isaac directly in her line of sight.
He's watching them hungrily, eyes darting between their bodies like he can't decide where he wants to look most; Scott's cock thrusting in and out of her steadily, the way her breasts bounce at each thrust, or how his back muscles ripple as he really puts his back into fucking her. Allison smiles at him lazily and gets a brilliant idea, reaching out a hand for him.
"Come, ah, here," she says, hissing as Scott gets a particularly good thrust in.
Isaac rolls over to her side, but that's not what she wants. She pushes at Scott's shoulders so he backs off a little, and he goes easily, but he gives her a confused, rather desperate look. She stops him before he goes too far and sits up, spreading her legs further so that Scott slides deeper inside her. Scott groans and thrusts weakly, not able to get much leverage at this awkward angle without pushing her back over.
"Come here," Allison says, grabbing Isaac's arm, and she sees realization dawn on his face and he moves to sit behind her, his hip against her lower back. Allison leans back into his arms, sighing with pleasure as Isaac's hands come around to cup her breasts.
"Oh, shit," Scott hisses, looking between the two of them, his hips thrusting weakly.
"C'mon," Allison groans, clenching around his cock. "C'mon, Scott, I'm so close..."
"Oh, fuck," Isaac mutters as Scott leans forward to brace his hands on the mattress and regains his former rhythm. He buries his nose in her hair, but Allison knows he's watching Scott drag his dick in and out of her, grunting animalistically with each thrust.
Allison rubs at her clit, and it's good, so good being between them, Isaac's hands on her breasts, Scott inside her. She leans back against Isaac and moans helplessly, her head pillowed on his shoulder and his hands roaming over her chest. It's good, and she is so close, but right as she can feel her orgasm building, her legs start to cramp up from the awkward stretch. She can't wrap them around Scott's waist at this angle, and ideally she would put them on his shoulders, but she doesn't have the strength or coordination anymore. She hisses in frustration when they fall, only for Isaac to grab them quickly before they hit the bed, his hands under her thighs, pulling them apart with his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
The image of that, the idea of that, Isaac spreading her legs apart for Scott to fuck her, pushes her over the edge, and Allison comes with a veritable wail, one hand pressing down on her clit, the other gripping Scott's sheets as if her life depends on it. She writhes in Isaac's firm grip as Scott moans loudly and comes as well, hips jerking wildly. God, Allison thinks, twitching helplessly against Isaac, why weren't they doing this earlier again? That was one of the best orgasms of her life, and Allison whimpers at the thought of how great this summer is going to be.
Scott collapses forward onto her for a second before rolling off to her other side, and Allison twists around in Isaac's grip to wrap her arms around him and snuggle into him. Isaac adjusts them so that they're both lying down again, Allison still buried in his chest, and she's grateful that at least one of them is coherent.
"Oh, my God," Scott moans, rolling over to press himself to her back. Allison smiles happily and snuggles a bit between them, enjoying being surrounded by warm bodies on both sides.
Scott wraps an arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "You good?" he asks.
"Yeah," Allison says, without opening her eyes, and reaches back to twine their fingers together.
"Isaac?"
"Uh, yeah," Isaac says and Allison opens her eyes to look up at him, noticing how red his cheeks are.
"You like that?" she grins up at him wickedly.
"Shut up," Isaac mutters, rolling his eyes.
Scott snickers, and Allison leans up to kiss Isaac, mind already racing through what she wants. Scott should totally go down on him, that would be so hot. Fucking him, of course, is a must. His head would also look really good between her legs, and she definitely likes the idea of pulling his blond curls to direct his mouth to just the right spot.
Then, a horrible thought occurs to her.
Allison starts to laugh.
"Allison?" Scott says in confusion. "What-?"
Allison just waves him off, rolling onto her back and continues to laugh, tears spring to her eyes.
"Oh, my God," she gasps, wiping her eyes. "My dad is going to kill me."
"What?" Isaac says, sounding alarmed.
"Allison," Scott says reproachfully, leaning over her. "That's not funny."
"It really, really is," Allison laughs, unable to stop, even for a second.
"It's not!" Scott says, but she can see him beginning to smile. "Allison, do you remember the time he stuck a gun in my face? Because I do!"
"He what?" Isaac says, sounding appalled.
"Can you imagine his face?" Allison nearly sobs, covering her face with her hands.
Scott starts to laugh too, pressing his face into her shoulder. "Oh, shit," he says, voice shaking. "Allison, he can never find out."
"Yeah, thanks, I'd figured that out," Allison laughs and presses herself into Isaac's neck. "I am the worst werewolf hunter ever."
Isaac lets out a surprised laugh at that and they laugh long and hard at the truly ridiculous situation they've found themselves in until Scott gets horny again and rolls over her to get to Isaac, his hands winding down his back to grab his ass. Isaac lets out a not so masculine squeak and then groans when Scott starts calling him baby again, kissing him furiously to make him shut up.
It's a pretty good afternoon.
A/N: I have, like, absolutely no excuse for this chapter. I just...I don't even know. The porn just happened, okay? It's like, I used to be all classy and write only fade-to-blacks. And then this fic happened. Oops?
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