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Scott woke up from his nap, and saw that Danny was no longer there on his bed. Sighing, he blinked his eyes rapidly and checked the time. It was already half past eight and he was already groaning in slight pain when he felt the rumble that was awakening in his stomach. He was hungry, and he needed to eat. Danny and Scott always made sure that the fridge that they had shared were stocked, plenty for the month and the next to come. Standing up, he went over to the fridge to inspect what could he gormandize on for the night. He was hungry, yes but his appetite could not rival Stiles, who manages to stay the same shape even after eating food that was enough to feed and entire family of 5 members. How he manages to stay 147 pounds as he had stated was a confusion Scott never manages to dispel. The fridge was becoming bare, and it was pardonable too, as it was already past the month of January and stocking up has not been done since December last year. Guess the amount of parties that college students had were great distractions from their shared responsibilities. Looking inside it cursorily, he realize that none of the food satiated his appetite by looking at it, and he closed the fridge door in defeat. "Looks like pizza it is," monologue Scott.

Picking his wallet, keys and his cell phone, he left the dormitory and walked down the hall with a clear focus on getting his appetite filled. He would have invited Danny, but knowing him, he was pretty much doing something like hacking computers or in the library doing assignments or looking up reference books. He was glad that after Beacon Hills, he had Danny to accompany him to the same college with him. He was surprised too, as Scott thought that with someone with the intelligence enough to let him gain the title of a hacker, Scott would have thought that the man would at least be in some prestigious college like Harvard or Yale. He would probably ask him soon when he strikes the iron while it was still hot.

He left the building and entered the community campus, where many facilities, ranging from the printing room to their own cafe, Scott thought he would spend his night there as it was more cheap that the prices outside. It was far better than the life that was placed in high school where food was something done halfheartedly by the cafeteria ladies, or so Scott would assumed so. At least the workers in college were not dominated by oldies. Most of the students volunteer to work there with the intention of satisfying all the students taste buds and give the food experience that high schools lacked these days, even if they were not the most nutritious one. Most of the students would spend their nights in the community bar as the atmosphere was one where little crimes ranging from rape and abuse are minimal. The furthest where crime would go would be trivial fights and disorderly conduct.

He walked to the eatery and ordered himself a meal. He changed his mind about pizza, as the feeling of eating pizza alone would seem quite sombre as Scott would call it. He ordered himself some sandwiches, and a bought a can of soft drink. He paid the friendly cashier and took his order down to a seat with the use of a tray. He sat down and was about to eat when someone called out his name. Glancing up, he saw Isaac and a woman he had no recognition towards coming down his way.

"Hey, Scott. You eating all alone?" said Isaac with much enthusiasm. Nodding at the question Isaac sat opposite him, with the lady leaving the vicinity to order some food, "That's Allison. Allison Argent. Isn't she a beauty?"

If Scott could find a way to stop the clenching of his heart and the receding appetite from happening, he would have kept the friendly face on. "Yeah," he said tersely using the sandwich in his hand as a distraction and medium to prevent any unnecessary outcome from occurring. He ate as he listened to Isaac filling up the silence with random topics, with Scott replying to most of the time to ensure that Isaac did not catch any notion of him internally angry and jealous of Allison. Allison was giggling while eating her food, clearly oblivious to Scott's feelings, something he was relieved of as most women these days were not blind to emotions. He was at least grateful that he could keep a straight face.

As the chattering went on, Scott could feel his misery growing and he desperately needed to walk out and if possible, cry his heart out. However, that proved to be difficult when he Isaac invited him to the community bar, to which, Scott refused but Isaac was having none of it. Sighing in defeat, he joined the duo to the bar, which was packed unsurprisingly. He entered the bar and saw Danny, whom he was thankful to see. He was sitting by the bar, eyes fixated on the television screen, clearly attentive to the screen. He did caught glance of Scott, giving him a wave of acknowledgement before his attention was pulled back to the screen. He joined him, with introductions given out between each other. Scott sat next to Danny and eh was appreciative of the conversation that Danny brought up, a perfect medium for distracting his disturbed heart when he saw Isaac and Allison giving kisses to each other.

What Scott would find a distraction was the amount of ladies unashamedly coming up to their table, flirting with Scott and Danny. Danny was never ashamed of his sexuality, but did not find it a compulsory to reveal to the entire campus. He could see the impassivity that Scott was giving to their advances. The poor man had to turn down their advances as politely as possible, with most understanding enough to take the rejection with stride and grace. The campus did have gays, but mostly if any gay wanted to have a good time, the gay bars and pubs were their main destination.

"You okay there Scott? You seem tense," asked Isaac with a worried look on his face, his hand never leaving Allison's.

"Yeah," replied Scott with a plastered smile on his face, with his mind hoping that his act would be enough to fool the man in front of him.

"You sure? You seem tense,"

"Yeah, I am," convinced Scott, "I guess I'm just exhausted is all,"

"Alright then," he said before returning his gaze towards Allison, clearly mesmerized by the beauty that was in front of him. Scott could do nothing but watch at the PDA that was displayed so mockingly in front of him and he was not sure how he could handle it. Yeah, sure. The jealousy was evidence enough that he was harbouring feelings for a man and maybe has felt that for some time now. The public affection that Isaac was so openly doing in front of him only confirmed his suspicion of his sexuality, and no slight hint of shame oozed of it. He was positive that New York was a more accepting city, with the occasion of bigots around the streets holding up banners with homophobic slurs and religious reasons, but Scott does not feel that people like them will ever understand that it was not about the sexuality itself. It was love.

And he was terrified of losing that attraction towards the man that sparked the feeling inside him.

He returned to his dormitory with good nights exchanged between the four people. He was walking with Danny beside him and Danny was basically sparking small talks, whom Scott appreciates the light heartedness in the air. That had always been Danny anyway. He was always relaxed.

They entered the room and both stripped of their jeans, shoes and socks, leaving the duo in their boxers and shirt on. The only difference was that Scott donned a pair of shorts and brought his body to bed, heaving an elated sigh when his back made contact with the soft sheets. He stared at the ceiling and pondered what could he ever do to show to Isaac that he wants, no, needs him. He was not going to use anybody for that matter. Sure, Isaac was hot and all, but he hated the idea of misusing someone's feelings for the sake of proving a point or to make a statement. That was out of Scott's moral compass. If he were to tell that to his mother, she will be more than disappointed to see how much his only child has become in the span of 22 years of being raised single-handedly by her.

"Hey, Danny," he said out of nowhere.

"Yeah, Scott?"

"What do you think of Allison?" he asked.

"Hmm, she's nice and all, but you know she's out our leagues, right?" he asked with a teasing tone. Scott chuckled at the response and silence took over, leaving Scott to gather his thoughts before calculating his next question. Before he could ask his next question, Danny continued, "She's nice and all, but I don't really know enough to say she's a wonderful lady and all. I need to know more, of course," he explained, prompting Scott to give a hum in agreement.

"Is it bad that I actually think that Isaac is only aiming Allison for her body and nothing else?" asked Scott. He winced at his question, as he did not like to judge people by ill means.

"Hmm, you have a point there, but what college student doesn't these days. All hormones and no substance," Danny replied, impelling Scott to give another hum in concurrence. He was not gonna deny that. Sex was always a top priority in the food chain when it comes to college. Like they always say, beauty is temporary, so misuse it while you can. "I want to date someone based on feelings," mused Danny.

"Mhmm,"

"What about you? Don't you want to feel love," he asked.

"Who doesn't?"

"Well, with a body like that, you could have fooled me," Scott chuckled at the statement, "Especially with those girls flirting with us. Sad they had to turn them down, knowing that we're two miserable gay guys,"

"Tell me about it,"

A pause then followed by in the silence. Sighing, Scott bid his goodnight to Danny, and closed his eyes, hoping that tomorrow would serve a better purpose than tonight.

~RETURN~

It was already half past eight. Kira and Boyd had long left the library as well as everyone in the library and Derek could not understand how much free time the young man in front of him was wasting on. Shouldn't he be worried about his studies or something, he thought. Most of the people in the library has left the library leaving only Stiles and Derek all alone, which irked the brooding man more as hour passed. By the time, it had reached nine, Stiles was already done with reading his third book and he was collected the book before leaving to return them to their original spots. Derek was not sure what the boy was doing with his free time and he hoping that, with whatever the young man was going to do with his time in college or work time or whatever he was going to do in a few weeks, he would lay Derek off for a while.

"Anytime now, Sourwolf. Clock's ticking, stomach's rumbling and you and I both know we haven't had a decent meal since breakfast," said Stiles loudly in the library.

"Stop calling me that," he growled.

"Alright. Sourwolf," he said. With a slam of his book on the table, the tall man approached the younger man and pinned Stiles to the nearest bookshelf, clearly annoyed and his patience at its end. Stiles' eyes widened at the contact and the seriousness that superseded in the ambiance. He did not realize he was this strong to lift him, let alone pin him to a hard surface roughly.

"I told you not to call me that," groused the older man.

"Okay, okay! I get it, I won't call you that anymore, just put me down, alright? Please? Derek?" he begged. The contact was already beyond the personal space and it did not faze him how slightly aroused the younger man was. He was not gay, that was for sure, but the feeling was certainly overwhelming. His train of though was broken when he felt his butt land on the floor. He looked up and saw the man in black shirt and pants walking away back to the table. Standing up and dusting himself off, silence took over, and Stiles walked over to the same direction Derek took. The older man approached the rows of switches, and began turning the lights off. The lights that once illuminated the entire space began to turn into darkness in succession until darkness took over. The only light source left was the backdoor that led to the elevator.

"Come on," said Derek lowly before walking to the backdoor. Stiles heeded his words and they soon entered the backdoor, and was met with an empty, small spaced corridor. The other side held the elevator and Derek pressed the down button, and the two waited for the said elevator to arrive.

"So, are we gonna eat?" Stiles asked coyly.

The older man scoffed. However, he did have to admit a shift that consisted of 10 hours really did take a toll on his famine, and he ended up giving Stiles a gruff toned "Yeah". Stiles could not stop the grin that took over his face, ebullient of the response. The elevator arrived and the two entered inside the enclosed space, with Derek tapping the elevator button that led down to the basement floor. The elevator descended and it did not consume much time for the elevator to reach its destination. The parking lot was bare of vehicles, only a black Camaro parked stationary at one of the parking spot. Stiles' eyes widened at the sight and he ran over to the vehicle, clearly impressed and excited that Derek would own a sweet ride such as that. Derek heard Stiles wooing in excitement as he ran over there and could not help but give a prideful smirk at the response.

"You drive this!?" exclaimed Stiles, "That's so cool, man!"

"Cool is an understatement," said Derek pridefully, his facial expression now void of any smirk.

"Can I drive it?" asked Stiles hopefully. The older man gave a stare at Stiles, clearly an indication that the answer was a definitive 'no'. Instead of replying, Derek entered the driver's seat and turned the engine on, with Stiles joining him in the passenger seat. Stiles could not halt his next advance when his hand smoothed over the dashboard, clearly awed by the beauty of a vehicle, "I would so get one of this, but the real beauty is at home," he said.

"What do you drive then?" asked Derek, clearly curious to what kind of vehicle would be better than owning a Camaro.

"A jeep," replied Stiles simply.

Derek scoffed at the response, "A jeep? Seriously, Stiles. What's so special about a jeep?" he continued. Stiles could not help but feel sad and hurt over the response, but it was that little ounce of pride that he mustered gave the desired answer.

"It was my mother's. She gave it to me. Before she...," before trailing off. Stiles glanced pitifully outside the window, trying to give a subtle heavy breath and not letting the tears flow out of their tear ducts. Derek could not help but feel the guilt that clouded his heart when he heard the cadence of the young man. It was the tone of his that made him caught on part of his life.

"It's my mom's. She died of cancer when I was 14," said Stiles, with confidence wavering as he said the last few words of his line.

"I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I lost my family to a fire," said Derek nonchalantly. Stiles was surprised of the his relaxed state to give such reply. If he were to lost his entire family, he would break down in pieces by just uttering the word family. Heck, he would sobbing waterfalls upon that.

"Guess we both lost some things," said Stiles. He did not want to pity Derek for his loss. What point was there? His level of loss could not match nor rival Derek's and he was pretty sure Derek did not need another fake condolence being rained on him.

"I guess. At least my sisters are alive," he said, his tone still relaxed, eyes fixed towards the streets.

"I still have my dad," said Stiles.

"Guess we still have something," mused Derek.

Stiles chuckled and he could feel his body relax as the confession came rolling in, "Alright, this is getting morbid real quick. Let's just get some food to eat, alright?"

"Yeah, that would be nice," he said, his conscious now relieved of the tension relief in the car.

~RETURN~

Scott woke up to the alarm clock ringing. He carelessly flailed his left arm to halt the sounds and his hand soon found the snooze button. He rolled over to face the wall, clearly unhappy of the time to wake up. He did not have class that day and the fact that his alarm clock interrupted his sleep was evidently not the best sound to wake up to. It was displeasing, if he were to describe it. He was clearly not in the mood to be out of his bed, but with the sound that had blared his sleeping spell away, he was not going to be returning to sleep until tonight. He would try, but he knew that would be pointless, much less fruitless. He snuggled himself to the fabric of his pillows and sheets, trying to feel the softness of the bed. He could feel himself being hypnotized back to sleep when he heard Danny's voice.

"Scott? Breakfast's ready,"

Scott groaned at the ruined moment. He buried his face further into his pillow, as if the comfort was leaving him like the Titanic. He felt his heel being grabbed and Scott began to squirm and flail his arms, whining wildly when he felt his body being pulled down to the floor. He was well in to screaming when his face made contact with the hard wooden floor. As he grimaced and howled in pain, he heard laughter from the air.

"Danny, why?" whined Scott.

"Come on, Scott. Breakfast's gonna be cold,"

"It better be worth it," said Scott.

"Wouldn't be the first time I heard you saying that," said Danny, "Now get your ass up, McCall,"

"You're lucky that I love breakfast,"

"So they say, Scott. So they say," laughed Danny. Scott stood up, although reluctantly and lazily, walked over to the kitchen table with labor. He saw the plate filled with omellette, beans and sausages, bacons, french toast and eggs on the side. An all round American Breakfast. Scott's mind was like a switch. As soon as he saw the food, he went for it, devouring and savoring every bite he took. He was well into the french toast when Danny took the plate away, causing the wavy hair boy to pout and whining with his mouth full like a baby, "Danny, don't be like that. I'm starving,"

"That's funny, someone told me he did not want breakfast," he said with a smug grin.

"I didn't say that," he retorted.

"True, but you implied it," said Danny before taking a bite of his bacon, making the young man pout petualntly. Danny laughed at the man's facial respnse before settling the plate down in front of Scott, with his face lighting up. Danny shook his head as he went into the bathroom, shaking his head with an amused smile on his face. Adorable, he mentally commented.

~RETURN~

Scott finished his breakfast. He had never felt so full in his number of times having breakfast. He had to give credit to Danny. Anytime he cook up a meal, Scott always ended up filled to the brim. That man knows how to cook real good food. He went over to the nightstand and picked his phone up. Sitting on the bed, he unlocked it and read his messages. Some were from his mother, classmates, which were all read cursorily and one from Isaac. Never in his life had he been so quick to read and reply his messages. The message mentioned Isaac asking him to hang out with him and Allison, much to Scott's chagrin. Notwithstanding, he did not want to be cooped up in his room the entire day. Nevermind the two of them dated, he was going to be patient, and he could wait for a lifetime if he had to receive something. Looking up, he saw the bathroom door opened slightly and Danny was still inside while the shower was still running. Sure, there were pet peeves every college roommate has but between the two of them, there were none.

Until now.

But maybe not in the way one would call it a peeve.

Never in his entire life had he been in a daze where he could see Danny's naked body from the back. The water that cascaded down his body all the way to either his butt crack and toned legs turned the wavy hair man on in ways not even his hormones could find a way to tell him that. His cock was literally twitching and almost instantaneously, he felt his dick went hard. And the tightness that he was now experiencing in the confines of his boxer brief made it almost possible for it to pop a vein there. Almost.

Out of nowhere, Scott asked out of impulse, "Hey, Danny?"

"Yeah?" said Danny, his naked back still facing him, clearly unattentive to the tone Scott was using.

With as much normalcy mustered in his inflection, he continued with his eyes fixed onto his body, "Isaac.. Wants us to… ummm… Hang out with him today? You in?" he asked, his voice failing him.

"Yeah, sure," he said with the tap now turned up, the showering of water going to a halt. He left the space that presented his body to Scott to retreive his towel and Scott never felt more relieved of the arousal and awkwardness that had now disappeared from the air. His face was heated to the point that even Danny could see it.

And he was right.

"You okay there, Scott?" asked Danny, his expression and eyes clearly showing no hint of realization about the door being opened slightly, "You seem all red," He was now clad in a white wife beater with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Yeah," flustered Scott, "It's just my mom talking about getting it on with Stiles' dad," he lied with a wince, Stiles was definitely going to kill him for that lie. Danny laughed at the response.

"The breakfast was great by the way, I'm stuffed," he said, hoping that what had transpired was enough to be replaced by a comment regarding his cooking.

Boy, did he just flush thinking of what a great body Danny really has.

A/N: Reviews, favorites and follows are appreciated, folks. I know it's not much about Isaac and Scott and it's more focused towards Scott, but the two main characters are Scott and Stiles. Derek, Danny and Isaac are just the major ones but these stories are basically told from their Scott and Stiles' POV.