If you had told Isaac a year ago, or even six months ago, that he would somehow regularly end up in bed with Allison Argent and Scott McCall, he would've...well, he has no idea what he would've done, but he definitely wouldn't've believed it.
He kind of still doesn't believe it, is the thing. He guesses it's only been two weeks, but sometimes Isaac wonders if it's all a dream, or a summer fling, and that everything is going to go back to normal.
He tries not to think like that, or think about the future at all really, because it makes him feel panicked and sick. Instead he tries to keep his mind on the here and now. What will happen will happen. He has to remember that he's not in charge of this...whatever it is. Allison and Scott are. He has to be careful not to overstep himself. Assuming even the smallest things are dangerous, he knows. Life has always screwed Isaac over whenever he made assumptions and he's learned from his mistakes and the mistakes of others around him. Remaining skeptical, cautious, has always protected him from pain, from disappointment, and in this case, humiliation. And, God, he can't bear the idea of humiliating himself in front of Scott and Allison.
It's not that hard, anyway. There are just certain things he has to remember not to do. Not asking for anything is first on the list. You open make yourself vulnerable to all sorts of shit if you ask for anything, material, sexual, whatever. Not that he'd know how to ask them for anything anyway. The other stuff is just common sense. No making the first move, no showing his hand by being too needy or touchy-feely. No inviting himself over to their places or chasing after them like some bitch. No overstaying his welcome by falling asleep or intruding into parts of their lives that he's not wanted. And if when they say it's done, it's over, he can't argue or protest, he just has to accept it and move on, with as much dignity as possible. Maybe it should bother him, having to be so careful, having to play it cool so they don't realize that everyday he counts the minutes until he can see them again, so he doesn't scare them away, but he's used to it. He's never had any control over his life anyway, not really.
Or over even the tiniest things, as he soon discovers to his horror.
He's in the kitchen making cereal after rolling out of bed and driving Latisha to summer camp, when Chantille wanders in in her pajamas, yawning and stealing the cereal from him without comment.
"Ugh, I'm never drinking again," she says with a groan, but Isaac doesn't pay her much heed, because he has literally heard that a hundred times.
"Don't eat too fast," Isaac warns her as they sit across each other at the kitchen table. "I'm not cleaning your puke off the floor."
"Yeah, yeah," Chantille says, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly. "Do you think you could drive me to work today? It looks like it's going to rain today, and I-"
She stops suddenly, staring at his shoulder.
"What?" Isaac says, looking down at himself and then back behind him, trying to figure out what she's looking at.
"Is that a hickey?" Chantille says, getting up and walking around the table to get a closer look.
"No!" Isaac says, because that's impossible, but he claps his hand over the spot on his neck that she's staring at anyway.
"Let me see," Chantille orders, grabbing his hand and trying to pull it off his neck.
"No," Isaac says, resisting and scrambling out of his seat to get away from her. "It's not, God, Chantille."
He goes into the bathroom to look at his neck anyway and to his horror there are three reddish-brown marks on his neck that are clearly from Scott's teeth. Two side by side on the right side of his neck and one right above his Adam's apple.
What the hell? He thinks, leaning in to get a closer look, running his fingers over them carefully. It'd been more than twelve hours since Scott had his teeth in his neck while Allison jerked him off. How could they possibly still be there?
"Jesus Christ, there's more," Chantille says, coming into the bathroom to stand next to him. "Who are you fucking? Tell me. Right now."
"No one," Isaac grunts, covering his neck up with his hand in embarrassment. Shit, what is he going to do? He was going to go over to Stiles's today to play some video game because Allison already has plans with Lydia and for some reason Scott really wants Isaac and Stiles to get along.
"Did Allison do that?" Chantille continues, looking shocked. "Are you fucking her now? Shit, Isaac, is she cheating on her boyfriend with you?"
"No..." Isaac says honestly, and tries to circumvent her to escape, but Chantille is immovable. "Chantille, c'mon, just-"
"Nuh-uh," Chantille says, crossing her arms over her chest in the way that always means she's not going to leave him alone until she gets what she wants. "You going to tell me what's going on. Now."
How? Isaac thinks, staring at her wordlessly. How is supposed to say he's sort of sleeping with Scott and Allison? Chantille'd reacted badly enough when she found out he was into Scott. What would she say now?
"They're...from Scott," Isaac says carefully, feeling his face heat up and watches her expression carefully.
Chantille's eyes go wide and then she punches him on the arm.
"Oww," Isaac says, glaring at her and clutching his arm. "What was that for?"
"You're fucking Allison's boyfriend?" Chantille says, glaring right back. "What the fuck is wrong with you, boy?"
"It's not like that!" Isaac protests. "I mean, it's not...just Scott."
"Who else-" Chantille starts, frowning in confusion and then she gets it, mouth dropping open a little. "You-"
"Yeah," Isaac says, shrugging a little helplessly. He wishes she would let him out of the bathroom because he's beginning to feel a little trapped in here.
"Both of them?" Chantille says, stunned.
Isaac nods uncomfortably, looking down at the bathroom sink to avoid her eyes.
"At the same time?"
"Chantille," Isaac hisses, his head snapping back up to look at her, but apparently that's enough of an answer for her because she starts laughing helplessly.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're a nun for years and this is how you pop your cherry? How the fuck did that happen?"
"It just...did?" Isaac says, pleased that she doesn't seem to be angry at him, but not entirely comfortable with this line of conversation.
"Wow," Chantille says, looking distant. Can I leave now? Isaac thinks, and then groans inwardly when she turns back to him. "So. How far'd you get?"
"None of your business," Isaac snaps, feeling himself flush.
Chantille grins wickedly. "That far, huh. Are you cured now? Did you see the light? C'mon, I want details!"
"Fuck off," Isaac says, because there's nothing less that he wants than to describe what happened yesterday. He pushes past Chantille and goes back to the kitchen, hoping she'll drop it.
She doesn't, of course.
"Hey, he didn't...you know...you didn't let him fuck you, did you?" she asks, following him back into the kitchen, a vaguely disgusted look on her face.
"No," Isaac says, mirroring her disgust, because honestly, who does she think he is?
"Then why you so embarrassed?" she says, relieved, clapping him on the back and returning to her cereal on the other side of the table. "Had to happen sometime. And it's what you wanted, ain't it?"
Isaac makes a noncommittal noise and sits back down at the table as well. He's pretty sure Chantille is under the impression that it was only a one-time thing, but he's too glad that she isn't pissed with him to correct her.
He drives Chantille to work and on the way back it starts to rain. The temperature drops to the seventies and Isaac figures it's the best excuse he's going to get to wear his hoodie to Stiles's. Except the hoodie doesn't cover the mark above his Adam's apple. In desperation, Isaac grabs his ratty gray scarf and his jacket. He's going to look like a total faggot not taking off his scarf inside, but it's better than the alternative.
This was already going to be a disaster, Isaac thinks miserably as he raps his knuckles against the door of Stiles's house. It's the first time he's been there and he's kind of surprised that it's actually smaller than Scott's. He would've thought that being the Sheriff would guarantee him a mansion like Lydia's.
"Are you serious with that scarf?" Stiles says when he opens the door, looking at him contemptuously. "It's August."
Isaac smirks with a confidence he does not feel. "Fuck off," he tells Stiles pleasantly and kind of hopes he'll just tell him to leave.
Unfortunately, Scott rounds the corner behind Stiles and happily invites Isaac inside, not at all bothered that he and Stiles don't particularly like each other and don't really get along. Isaac admires Scott's optimism most of the time, but there are just some things he needs to give up on.
They play some stupid skateboarding video game that Isaac doesn't understand, and Stiles seems to take great pleasure in pointing out this fact. This would be a lot more bearable if Malia was here, Isaac thinks in annoyance, because he actually likes her and she seems to find violent anecdotes as amusing as he does. Stiles is always obnoxious, but today he's especially obnoxious, mostly because he doesn't seem to understand that Isaac just does not give a fuck about some stupid game. Instead, he's more worried about the curious way Scott keeps eyeing his scarf and tries not to scratch at his neck.
When Stiles leaves the lumpy living room couch to go to the bathroom, Scott turns to him and Isaac feels himself blush before he even says anything. God, he hopes he doesn't know, because that would be so humiliating, but at the same time Isaac would kind of like to know why his marks are still there in the first place. They're not going to stay there forever, are they? he thinks in panic.
Scott's eyes fall on the scarf and Isaac curses internally.
"Let me see," Scott says, sounding intrigued and Isaac lets out a scoff, trying to mask his blush.
"It's nothing," he mutters, not very convincingly, and hunches his shoulders.
"Clearly it's not," Scott says, sounding amused and tugs down the middle of his scarf, exposing the bruise above his Adam's apple.
"Scott!" Isaac hisses, blushing furiously and trying to pull away.
Scott doesn't seem to notice, his eyes fixed on the mark he'd left on Isaac's neck, and he lets out a small groan before leaning in to press his mouth to Isaac's neck again. Isaac totally had enough time to stop him, but Scott is really hot when he's possessive and Isaac is weak. He inhales sharply when Scott sucks a little over the hickey and grabs Scott's bicep with his right hand to steady himself.
"Your heart is beating really loudly," Scott observes, bringing his hand up to rub over the offending organ.
"Well, you're being kind of...ah...distracting," Isaac grits out, as Scott pulls his scarf down further and moving over to the right side of his neck, where his other marks are, clearly remembering putting them there in the first place. "Scott, Stiles is-"
"We'll hear him coming," Scott replies, licking absently at his neck now, little kitten licks, like he thinks Isaac is a popsicle.
Isaac tilts his head back further despite himself and feels his dick twitch in his pants as Scott slides a warm hand under his shirt and rubs his abdomen soothingly. Already? He thinks in annoyance. God, he really is going to go back to the way he was when he was fourteen.
No, no way. He is not getting hard in Stiles's living room. Stiles could come back at any moment. The Sheriff could come home.
"Scott..." he says quietly, digging his fingers into the couch and trying not to think about grabbing Scott and pulling him back down on the couch. He'd jerked Scott off yesterday, and he's been trying not to think about how weird it was he enjoyed it. Scott's grunts and the way his toes curled were way hotter than Isaac ever imagined, though not as hot as the warm weight of him in his palm. That is a little strange, he thinks. Who enjoys giving handjobs?
"Scott..." he tries again, trying not to tremble, fighting against the canine instinct to offer Scott more of his neck, his belly. "Why...ah...aren't they going away?"
Scott pulls back, to Isaac's grudging disappointment and frowns a little, as if the thought had never occurred to him. The wet skin on Isaac's neck tingles. Then Scott's eyes widen and he blushes.
"Oh, shit," he says, looking up at Isaac sheepishly. "It's because I'm an alpha."
"What?" Isaac says frowning, wondering what that had to do with it.
Scott groans and leans forward to rest his forehead on Isaac's shoulder in embarrassment. "Oh God," he says, voice muffled slightly. "They will, just...slower."
"Because I'm, uh...an omega?"
"It's more of an alpha thing, I think," Scott says and then looks up at Isaac consideringly. He's still very close, his breath ghosting over Isaac's cheek, and Isaac thinks it's kind of weird that Scott can have a conversation when he's so close like this. Maybe Isaac just isn't used to being so close to people, but it seems awkward.
"You don't...have to be an omega, you know," Scott says then, uncharacteristically nervous, rearranging Isaac's scarf. "You could be a beta. If you want."
Oh.
Isaac doesn't really know what to say. He should say no, he knows. He's never really liked the idea of a werewolf pack. He's not an animal and he doesn't like the idea of identifying as one.
Why is Scott asking him anyway? He only has a year left in Beacon Hills before he's off to college and Isaac has no illusions that this, this thing with Allison, will last that long. If Isaac's lucky they'll keep being friends even after it ends, but Isaac's never been lucky.
But he wants it. And he's learning that it's hard to deny Scott anything.
"Okay," he says.
"Really?" Scott says, grinning, so brightly that it's like looking into the sun. Sometimes it makes Isaac want to look away for fear of going blind. "Cool!"
He kisses Isaac then, wet and enthusiastic and Isaac tries not to groan as Scott's hand slides around his side to the small of his back.
Stiles's footsteps coming down the stairs cause them to jump apart, Isaac wiping his mouth furiously, but Stiles doesn't seem to notice the sexual tension in the room and they go back to playing video games without a hitch. Isaac avoids Scott's eyes for the rest of the afternoon, though. If he looks at him now it'll be all over his face, and Isaac would rather get shot again than have Stiles find out that he's messing around with his best friend.
He goes home extremely sexually frustrated, debates whether or not just to man up and jack himself off for half an hour, and just when he's working himself up to it, Chantille and Latisha come home. And there is no way he can do that with them in the house.
To Isaac's relief the marks fade by the next day. Scott looks vaguely disappointed when he and Allison come over to his house after Chantille leaves for work, and Isaac blushes when he tells Allison the reason, even if she gets this look on her face that means she thinks it's hot.
It's the first time Scott's spent much time in his house, not that he sees much of it, because Isaac drags them upstairs as quickly as possible and tries to disguise just how badly he wants to get his hands on Scott's dick. Seriously, it's weird.
Getting Scott on his back in his bed and jerking him off while kissing him languidly, Scott groaning and sliding his hands under his shirt is pretty fucking awesome, though Allison starts fingering herself next to them halfway through and Isaac kind of gets distracted. Isaac likes the obvious pleasure on Scott's face, the way he twists and groans beneath him, and the low growling noises he makes when he comes, even though Isaac ends up with his jizz all over his hand.
"Shit," Scott groans, pulling Isaac into a messy kiss, still coming down from his high.
Isaac groans as Scott unbuckles his belt and palms him through his boxers, hiding his face in Scott's shoulder and grinds down on Scott's hand.
"Hey," Scott says breathlessly, kissing Isaac's ear. "Can I blow you?"
At first Isaac doesn't think he's heard right or that he's misunderstood. But there's really only one way to interpret that.
"W-What?" he says, drawing back to look down at Scott in confusion. Why would he ever want to do that? Doesn't he know how disgusting that is? Isaac can't think of many things more demeaning. He doesn't want someone as nice as Scott to do that. It would be wrong, making him... Isaac's not...he doesn't want to be that guy, like that motherfucker Brian who'd always leered at Isaac and once cornered him in the bathroom and tried to force him to his knees when he was thirteen, nearly breaking his nose when he fought back.
Or does Scott want him to return the favor? Isaac feels a little sick to his stomach just thinking about it. He doesn't want to do that either.
"Uh, no," Isaac says, trying to hide his disgust. "I'm cool."
Scott looks a little surprised, which Isaac supposes makes sense, because who turns down a blowjob? Isaac knows it's weird, and not normal, but he can't just make Scott do that to him. It wouldn't be right, it'd be like...he couldn't just...not without feeling like some sort of sick creep. And how could he look Chantille in the eye afterward?
"Are you sure?" Scott asks, looking a little puzzled, mouth curved downward in a confused frown even as he slides a warm hand underneath Isaac's shirt to rub his back.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Isaac says, pulling away a little. Scott's jizz is still on his hand and he doesn't have any tissues to wipe it on, so he uses his sheet, wincing slightly at the thought of having to run over to the laundromat after this.
"Okay," Allison says meaningfully, her hand still in her shorts and a purposeful expression on her face that Isaac's beginning to associate with sex. "So why don't you come over here?"
She makes a great picture with her right hand down her short jean shorts, her lacy black underwear peaking through, and the way her chest heaves, her neck shining slightly with sweat from the heat and her own activities. Isaac rolls off Scott to press himself to Allison's side without a second's thought, nuzzling his nose into her hair. He's still a little wary about showing his back to Scott, but Allison's mouth distracts him from irrational habits, her tongue sliding into his mouth like it was made to turn his brain into mush. They separate briefly to pull off their shirts and her bra, but when Isaac reaches up to touch her tits, she grabs his hand and, very slowly, slides it down her stomach, her fingers brushing the wrist of her other hand.
"Can you-" she says, looking up at him hopefully.
Isaac swallows. He's never touched Allison below the waist before.
But he wants to. "Uh, okay," he says and Allison grins, pulling her hand out of her shorts and then pushing them and her underwear down her long legs so that she's completely naked. Isaac feels his pants tighten at how great she looks, naked in his bed and tries not to stare too hard at the little strip of pubic hair between her legs.
He has no idea what he's doing, so he's grateful when Allison takes the lead, taking his hand and guiding it down between her legs, positioning his fingers to where she's wet and surprisingly warm.
"Here," Allison says, and Isaac almost gasps when she pushes two of his fingers into her cunt, her muscles tightening around them. God, she's gorgeous. Isaac wants her, desperately, but he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to get a girl off.
"Shit," Scott groans from behind him. "C'mon, let me see."
Allison groans, squirming as she directs his fingers and thumb to where she wants them and grabs his shoulder with her other hand, pulling him on top of her. Isaac turns to look at Scott, who is watching them avidly, his dick still hanging out of his pants, because he has absolutely no shame.
He tries to do what Allison wants, rubbing his thumb over her clit, and fingering her hesitantly, but he's not sure it's any good. She's panting a little, but she doesn't make the sounds that she does when she and Scott are together, even when he sucks on her tits.
"Isaac," she groans after a minute, gripping his shoulder tightly. Isaac freezes, wondering if she wants him to stop. She wraps her naked legs around his waist and pulls him forward to practically fall on top of her, her tits against his bare chest. "Hey," she says, kissing his mouth and nuzzling at the side of his face. "Do you want to...?"
The movement of her hips leaves no room for interpretation. Allison looks very pretty and very excited. Alive. The contrast between her and the scared naked girl he'd ran into in the woods could not be more stark.
"Yeah," Isaac breathes, hot all over at the thought of fucking her, getting inside that tight, wet heat that he'd explored with his fingers.
Scott groans and fumbles for his pocket. He does not seem at all bothered at the thought of Isaac fucking his girlfriend and tosses a condom down onto the bed.
"Let's get you out of these," Allison says, pulling at his pants, and Isaac lets her push them down, kicking them off onto the floor. His boxers are next and Isaac buries his face in her neck, kissing at her throat in order to distract himself from the embarrassment of being completely naked in front of them. He hears Allison ripping open the condom and hisses when she rolls it down his dick, the thin latex an unfamiliar sensation. Then she pulls his fingers out of her cunt and spreads the wetness collected on them all over his cock, causing Isaac's hips to jerk in shock.
"Condom lube is always shitty," she explains, pulling his face to hers. "Hey. C'mere."
She kisses his nose and wraps her arms around his neck, her face very soft as she pulls him closer. "It's alright," she says gently, kissing his face, and it calms him, even though Isaac sort of wishes she could be on top, so she could take what she wanted from him when she wants it. He doesn't want to hurt her, but he's afraid he won't be able to control himself.
"Isaac," Scott says, sidling closer and leaning close to kiss his shoulder and run his warm hand down Isaac's back. "Baby, relax."
Allison bucks her hips up so that her wet cunt rubs against the head of his cock and Isaac shudders. "Fuck," he groans, squeezing his eyes shut. He's so hard it hurts, every instinct in him screaming at him to fuck her, but he has to hold himself back, has to remain in control. "Should I-"
"Yess," Allison hisses and reaches down to grab his cock, positioning it in the right angle to push inside her.
Isaac makes a low growling noise when he finally pushes inside her, the wet tight clench of her cunt making it impossible to stay silent. Allison keeps pulling him in, further and further until he's balls deep inside her and Isaac can barely breathe through the urge to thrust.
"Okay," Allison groans, cupping her face with both palms and pressing their foreheads together. Isaac opens his eyes to see the pretty flush of her cheeks, the desire in her dark brown eyes. "Okay," she says again and starts to rock her hips. "That's it, just like that."
Isaac rocks back, helpless to do anything else, held in place by her thighs around his hips and Scott's warm hand on his spine. He can't think beyond how good everything feels, her cunt, the softness of her legs and arms around him, the wet sounds of their fucking making everything that much hotter.
"Okay, faster now," Allison gasps, tightening around him and Isaac complies as best as he can, his knees slipping on the sheets.
Allison lets out a broken keen, arching her back and snakes down her hand to touch herself between their bodies. That should probably be his job, but Isaac is too busy trying not to come to do anything else but continue fucking her. The phantom desire to dig his claws into his hands is present, but he doesn't want to risk bringing out his claws in bed, and he doesn't think Allison or Scott would appreciate them either.
"That's it, Isaac," Scott murmurs gently, stroking his hand up through his hair, the other cupping Allison's left breast. "That's good, baby, you're doing good."
And that's it, it's over, Scott's warm praise is all it takes. Isaac is gone, coming with a strangled yell, thrusting into Allison wildly as pleasure floods through him like a tsunami. When it's done he collapses onto Allison with a grunt, his arms and knees no longer having the strength to hold him up.
"Shit," he says, still breathing heavily. "Sorry, I..."
"It's okay," Allison says, tipping him over onto her right side. Isaac winces as she pulls off of him and gets rid of the distended condom, but he's too lightheaded to help, still trying to get his breathing under control.
She didn't come. It's not like he'd thought he'd be any good in the first place and Isaac knows it's harder for women, that a lot don't get off at all, and, but he still feels like a fucking failure.
Allison must see it in his expression because she frowns and leans in to kiss him deeply. "Don't look like that," she says when they part, her brown eyes very solemn. "First time, remember?"
"That was a lot better than our first time," Scott says reassuringly, reaching around Allison to pet Isaac's hair.
Allison snorts with laughter. "Yeah," she says, kissing Isaac's cheek. "Scott fell off the bed. Twice."
"I did not!" Scott protests, blushing a little.
"And then there was the time you broke my lam-" Allison starts, grinning cheekily and lets out a shriek of laughter as Scott grabs her and rolls her over onto her back.
"Oh," Allison says as Scott pushes her legs apart and Isaac's eyes widen as Scott leans down between her legs and licks into her pink cunt.
Jesus, Isaac thinks, as he pushes himself up onto unsteady arms to get a better look. Allison is whimpering as Scott works her over with his mouth and tongue, moving between her clit and cunt in practiced motions.
"Yeah," Allison pants, rocking her hips against Scott's mouth, and Isaac is momentarily entranced by the jiggling of her breasts. "Yeah, that's it, c'mon, I'm so clos-ah!"
Allison's back arches, her mouth opening in a silent cry as she ruts to completion against Scott's mouth.
So this is sex, Isaac thinks as he watches Allison regain her composure. I just lost my virginity. Scott lifts his head, his mouth smeared with the wetness from her cunt, and Isaac momentarily loses his train of thought, caught up in how ridiculously hot and obscene that is. He supposes it's different than he thought it would be, messier, but more fun, less awkward, but he's spent the last three years trying not to think about sex at all. He never thought he'd be able to do this with anyone, much less Allison Argent and Scott McCall.
Isaac abruptly realizes that he's naked and slides under the sweat-damp sheets as quickly as possible, cheeks burning. He feels very lazy, post-orgasmic would be the correct word, he guesses, and he could very much imagine lying here in bed with them all afternoon. Scott and Allison probably wouldn't like it though. The three of them barely fit on his bed, and besides, they'd probably get bored.
"Hey, you okay?" Scott says, looking over at him. "You're quiet."
"I'm good," Isaac says, smiling tiredly. The pillow is somewhere on the floor, so Isaac lies his head against the mattress.
Scott climbs over Allison and squeezes between them, causing Allison to groan in annoyance as she's pushed over to the side. He pulls Isaac's head to his neck, his favorite place, and slings an arm over his waist. He twines his legs with Isaac's under the sheets and holds him gently.
"Sleep, okay?" Scott says, stroking his hair. Allison rolls over to press herself to Scott's back, smiling at him affectionately. "I got you."
Isaac does.
A/N: I swear to God at least half of this is plot. But then I think I got bored. And yeah, Isaac's issues are depressing. :( It would be great if he just suddenly got better after getting into a relationship, but unfortunately that's not very realistic. The fact that he has given Scott and Allison no indication of his problematic mindset regarding their relationship or that certain things make him uncomfortable will also definitely be a part of future chapters. Please review!