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Scott woke up to the alarm clock, groaning at such an inappropriate time, too. He slams his hand down on the snooze button, not caring or at least bit worried whether the thing has been smashed to bits. He groaned once more, and he turned to the other side, not heeding the clock's programmed schedule of waking him up. It was a Saturday, and owning an alarm clock that sadly does works every day in a diurnal fashion made things a bit hard to ignore. The loudness of the blaring noise the clock made his head ring in displeasure and incense, and instead of feeling his usual self, he hid himself in the blankets.
"Wakey wakey," sang a voice with loudness as his card. Scott whined and held onto his blankets only to feel them being pulled away by the same person. He held his own, and made sure that the cloak of visibility do not get away from his tight grasp.
He felt the body wrapping around him, rendering him at a disadvantage as he felt the layer of cover being peeled off with forceful tendencies. He held them until he finally gave up, where he squinted his eyes upon seeing the mild intensity of the brightness of the room. Danny sat before him, with an innocent cheeky smile on his face.
"Danny, why?" whined Scott with laziness.
"Come on, Scott. Breakfast is ready. You need that hangover gone, and ummm… Isaac was here," he said, with a slight pause and change in nuance of his voice. Scott stopped his moves, apprehending the words that went through his ears. He wished he didn't listen to those words and would have preferred to just straight out hear them. They were two different actions and he preferred the latter. He could feel himself tense and he pulled down the blanket, meeting Danny's patient gaze.
"Come on, we can all get sappy later. Right now, you need some warm food in your system," he said before pulling Scott out with one hand on his hand and the other on his torso. The warm touch was electrifying, and Scott wanted to blame it on his hungover state but the touch is all too warm to be ignored. He has always seen Danny as a friend, but never did his feelings extended to somewhere deeper. Danny has always been there for him, with open arms. The problems that he never tell, he respected. The shoulder he needed to lean on, he was there for it, without any compunctions.
And since the incident regarding his shower peeking, he could not help but feel like he should give more, and he doesn't want it to be a compulsory action.
He wanted it to be a reciprocation. Maybe more, he thought to himself.
Scott ate his breakfast silently, with Danny preparing himself off to buy some stuff for himself, and he left with himself telling Scott that they will be going out for the night for dinner, something that he wanted to do for a while. He didn't mind cooking, but he wanted a break from it, and giving himself a pizza treat or whatever it was going to be, would be a nice break from the continuous streak he had managed to create in the past week. Scott agreed, with his unashamed, cheeky condition of him asking him to pay, which prompted an eye roll from the Hawaiian man himself, but agreed nonetheless. Scott sighed once he left, and he resumed his eating thereafter. He showered, as usual, and could feel the hangover leaving his system. He ended his shower once he felt the cleanliness like a protective sleeve over his body and wrapped his body. He looked at himself in the mirror, where he looked slightly exhausted. Out of all honest people and figures born in the world, the probity of his body never failed to display every time he is tired, dejected, happy or any other emotion that ran through the mind of his. If his mind wasn't the one sad, it'd be the body that shows it, as morbid as it sounds.
He heard the door open, and he immediately concluded that Danny has returned. He left the room with a towel wrapped around his waist and was about to make fun of Danny's reason of returning, only to be surprised of Isaac's presence. He stood there, not even thinking how much more naked can he be when someone he fell in love with, has come inside.
"How'd you get in here?" asked Scott, wide eyes planted on Isaac. He was clad in a navy blue shirt that complimented his blue eyes, and trousers that showcased the defined legs of his, and either way, Scott's mind was trying all might to ignore three sights. His face, his torso, and his pant cover legs.
"The door wasn't locked. It never is. I did knock, no one answered. So I let myself in," said Isaac.
Figures, thought Scott. Danny never locks the door after closing the door. He moved his eye upward feeling annoyed of the habit that Danny customarily kept to himself. A peeve that has becoming a pet to Scott, now that Isaac basically barged into.
Scott did a deep breath, hoping that the topic of what happened last night does not cross his mind as vividly as he woke up. He walked to the dresser, only his movements to be halted by Isaac's hand on his hips.
"Wha-," but was met with Isaac's lips smashing his. He instantly reacted, a reaction that had been the opposite of what it was supposed to do. He could taste the mint from his breath, and he could not stop to feel more by opening his mouth slightly, surrendering his mouth to him. He could feel the wrapped towel being tugged away and he couldn't help but ask while panting, "What about Allison?"
"Fuck her," punned Isaac with irony, "I want this. With you," he said with lust his main motivation driving his body. Isaac pulled the towel down, dropping to Scott's knees. "Gosh, you are so beautiful. I have been wanting this with you. Only you," he smoothed his hands on his chest, palming them, and Isaac grew more hungry at the touch, not able to resist the innate feeling, like he had contained it for a long time. He growled as his kisses grow hungry, and Scott could not help but feel turned on by the animalistic foreplay that had replaced his sanity. Scott went through Isaac's shirt, ignoring the twirling of his hem of the shirt that he would try for and let his hand traverse to his fine torso. He touches his nipples, and Isaac gave a purr of approval at the touch, making Scott slightly relieved of his first time sailing steadily. He was never ashamed of saying he was a virgin, notably because his virtue and goal of leaving his virginity in the hands of someone he truly loved.
And Isaac was the person he wanted his virginity to give to. He did not need to think of it. The moment he laid his eyes on Isaac's beautiful face, he knew that he wanted to make love to him. Most people like him wanted to take time to consider whether it was the right decision but Scott wasn't most of those kind of people.
He really did love him.
Isaac pulled his shirt over him, and resumed kissing. The still wet body of Scott's and the smooth body of Isaac's felt like as if the droplets were sizzling, making things extremely hot, and Scott could imagine smoke coming out of their droplets as it evaporated due to the high heat. Their tongues meet and Isaac hungrily sucked it, making Scott moan with implore at the feeling. His hands never left Isaac's nipples, circling them with persistence and tenderness. Isaac rubbed his back, lowering them inch by inch. The sensation kicked both into overdrive when he felt Isaac's hand and middle finger brushing the crease of Scott's butt, eliciting a throaty moan from the owner himself. Isaac grinned cockily at the response, and sucked couldn't wait but go over to the divot of his neck, kissing, sucking and lavishing his tongue at the sensitive spot. The hands that were on Isaac's nipples progressed to his hair, along with his face. His nose breathes in the lavender scented shampoo and hands tugging it with sensuality. He wanted more from it, and he couldn't wait to see where it would lead to.
"You sure your roommate's not coming?" Isaac ask, his face still busy on his collarbone. The amorous feeling that Isaac was laying on him rendered his cognition and speaking speechless, and Scott could only give a grunt in response, acknowledging that Danny would probably take more than a while outside the dorm. He panted, at the warm breath that brushed Isaac's hair and neck provoked and promoted his assail on his neck and ear, teasing it with hot breaths that could make Scott cum any minute.
"God, I can feel your dick getting harder and slicker for me," said Isaac and it was true. The precum that oozed out of Scott's dick made a clear indication that his body was reacting extremely aroused by Isaac himself. It was more clear for Scott to believe that he will cum more than the average cum he spilled out whenever he masturbated, and Scott couldn't help but feel giddy about the prospect of cumming for his one true love.
"B-bed," Scott stuttered, his use of speech becoming useless. Isaac was bending his head down, swirling his tongue on his nipples now. Scott gasped at the slimy contact of his tongue and it felt amazing, he felt like his mind running down to self destruct. The fact that he managed to contract himself, to hold his restraint to not cum at the moment, made things more of a revelation. Isaac sucked the bud, his teeth giving a soft nibble on it. Scott tugged his hair tighter, frustrated at the tension that Isaac was playfully exploring. Scott growled in frustration at the foreplay, and Isaac ignored it, continuing to play with Scott's body. His hands progressed more deeper into the crease, circling his hand over hole, still tight and waiting for a pleasure intrusion. Scott wanted to repeat his request but the touches and kisses that Isaac showered and laved him made things extremely difficult to get a word spoken.
Isaac stopped his movement, leaving Scott begging for more in his mind. The teasing was frustrating but pleasurable to the mind. Isaac held his hand, intertwining it and roughly pushed him to Scott's bed, bring a muffled moan from Scott. Isaac unbuckled his belt and Scott perked up when he heard the clinging of his belt. He dropped his pants and revealed the tight white Calvin Klein briefs in front of his, hugging his thighs, butt and the hard dick. It was becoming more thrilling when the briefs were slightly damp and revealingly so, with his cum leaking dick. Scott bit his lip, impatient to ask Isaac to get back onto bed.
Isaac crawled down to join Scott, with their lips reuniting once more. The sweat was becoming collective and Scott couldn't care less with the fact that they both were perspiring even after his shower. Isaac moved his hand down from his chest, continuously trailing down to his navel, where hair was covering it to the bottom, leading to the penis. He circles it gently, grinning when Scott gasped and when his hand felt the wetness of Scott's dick lathering it entirely. He stroked it, not having his mouth escaping his grasp at all. Isaac wasn't going to fuck him, not just yet. He knew that Scott was a virgin and with little to no amenities to give him the safest sex route, Isaac settled with stroking and kissing him until he comes. He wasn't sure he was clean to provide him bareback sex and he wasn't going to risk it. Scott was heaving by now, unable to hold the tightness and contraction of his stomach. The sight of Isaac wearing his white briefs, the stroking of his dick, the kisses and the heat that felt so titillating to his senses made Scott desperate to ask him to allow him to let go. It was becoming a guilty fetish for Scott seeing the tight briefs worn by Isaac, and he couldn't wait to witness more of it if any of what they're doing meant a second saga to this.
"Come, Scott. For me. Let me see you cum, Scott," said Isaac with growling tone yet whispering and cooing too. Scott groaned and came. Hard. The white ropes that came out of his penis splattered on both their stomachs, with Scott mewling every second he comes out of his cock. Scott panted, completely spent and Isaac kissed his mouth, tentatively and gently, like how lovers do, Scott thought. He had never been in a relationship, and the post-sex kiss felt like it was something that most lovers do, right?
Isaac smiled at him, kissing him once more. "I have to go," said Isaac. He left the warm comfort between the two, and grabbed his jeans off the floor, and picked the Scott's towel off the floor, wiping the cum off Scott's stomach lovingly as well as his. He handed it back to Scott, kissing him. He wore his clothes and soon left, promising Scott that they will see each other soon.
Scott laid back down, not even giving much attention to the fact he was naked and the towel that he was using was applied for wiping his cum off. The blankets thankfully covered him and the oxytocin produced from his body made him tired and stress free. He did not care if Isaac left him like a cheap whore, it was better to be touched by someone he liked than a John.
~RETURN~
Derek showered, letting the water laving his body. He was nervous, and Laura wasn't there to assist him this time. And even if he did ask for help, the only thing Laura would suggest was sending him advices that mean so little to him, like "Relax, Der-Bear," to "Things are going to be fine,". He expected the water to wash the nervousness away, but only left him more nervous as the time ticked closer and closer to their date. Stiles already showered, and he was prepared for the date, more confident than Derek could ever hope to be. He wasn't into the whole dating concept, except one. One that he wouldn't want to remember anymore. The fact that he asked and Stiles accepted the offer brought his ear flush pink. They parted ways for a while where the silence of both their rooms left them to collect themselves. Derek figured that Stiles was faring way better than he did, knowing that Stiles never cared about his feelings, something he guessed that he managed to have it connately, he presuppossed. He wanted to impress him, and he ruled out the Camaro as a method, as Stiles' interests are completely sporadic and all paid with fair attention by the man himself.
He shuts the valve off, bring an end to his sorry excuse of his methods of having his stress and mind being cleared up of its internal fogging. He dried himself, and went over to the mirror, where he contemplated on shaving his stubble. He never minded his stubble being gone, but will it freak Stiles out? Will Stiles revoke his decision if he saw the bareness of his chin and cheeks? Derek couldn't think straight with all the questions running in his head and he couldn't care less anymore when he finally said the words, "Fuck it," to himself, and the razor touches the stubble. He couldn't draw back the shaver, for it would only leave a bald patch which would be all kinds of weird. No turning back now. He glided the razor across the stubble, revealing the almost pallid skin underneath it that barely saw the sun these days. Derek almost forgot how he looked like without the scruff. He had worn it ever since the last stage of puberty hit him and man, did it transform him. He would have to refer back to his baby and adolescent photos if he wanted to know the difference in a more crystal clear way. The shaving cream are now gathered on his shaver and he flick it down to the sink, making sure the cream do not obviate his goal on having a clean face. Once done, he washed the razor of its foam, removing it for future use. He washed his face once more, removing the excess cream off his face. He wiped his now wet face dry, and left the bathroom. Stiles wasn't out of his room, and Derek was glad that he wasn't out of his room yet. Derek was beginning to regret the decision he so impulsively contemplated on when he shaved the stubble of his face. He knew that it would grow back, but to correct his mistake at the moment, it was a different story.
He walked to his room, and he cogitated once more, whether it was prudent or not to be wear black, his usual color code. It would be unethical for him to wear black, seeing that Derek would only wear a color that represented his mood. He rummaged through his wardrobe and finally found a maroon henley, something opposite of black and Stiles would at least try not to make fun of. He hoped.
Grabbing a pair of black jeans with some underwear, he wore them and made sure to check that no stray stubble was present on his face and he smelled himself to hope that he cleaned himself as thoroughly as he spent time in the bathroom. The items he grabbed, from his wallet to his keys were all scrutinized fr money and hoping that they do not have to go up the stairs should he grab the wrong keys since the landlord made reports of how the elevator has been malfunctioning these days. How considerate and responsible of him. He sat on his bed, and collected his mind with deep breathing. He wondered how long Stiles would take and to intrude would likely ruin the date since he probably would imply how impatient he was waiting. Long story short, the silence was unbearable to listen or tolerate.
He stood up, unable to wait anymore, even though it has been 3 minutes since he sat on the bed. He went over to his door and left the room, and at the same moment. Coincidental timing. Stiles was wearing his usual flannel – which made Derek wonder if flannels were a staple in Stiles' wardrobe – along with a pair of jeans and hair that mattered little to give care for. All of it seem… so casual, and Derek wonder if he was trying too hard over a small outing.
"Woah," said Stiles. He approached him, giving consideration over his choice of clothing. "Should I be afraid of this person?" he joked, eliciting a small grunt by Derek, making him turning away to the kitchen, only to be grabbed by Stiles, "Come on, you look good. I mean, the stubble-free look can take time, but I like it," Derek was relieved with the response and they both left the apartment, with their fingers shyly brushing each other. Derek was wondering should he hold it. Should he grab it and kiss him or something. All the questions just made him hit himself for not being able to explore more time in dating. With his looks, he could have someone, if only his taciturn attitude didn't get in the way maybe experience would have been in his back pocket for great use.
If only.
They walked down, and the elevator was barred, with a caution sign being placed outside its doors. The red and yellow alongside with a complimentary orange making the sign more central brought some faces of displeasure and disapproval from the numerous passersby. They walked past Derek and Stiles with huffs of disappointment, mumbling about how they hate walking 14 flights of stairs to get to their home. They even added the baby excuse as part of their philippic. Derek and Stiles looked at each other, shrugging at the passersby that were in the middle of their typical and trivial tirades.
"So, where do we go?" asked Stiles. Derek was stumped. He didn't think about where to go and no use of asking Laura since he didn't want to be called weird by Stiles. He opened his mouth for his response but nothing came out, feeling slightly, if not, extremely awkward about the fact that Derek had omitted about their place of eating. He closed his mouth, pouting at his negligence. Stiles gave a smirk at him, and rolled his eyes before taking his hand into his and walking out of the building, which was responded by the landlord giving a wide eye look at the pair, and Derek couldn't blame him? For all he knew, he had an indirect affiliation throughout the climax of this 'relationship'.
They walked to his car, and Stiles turned around and decided the place to go. "Let's just make it an impromptu one, alright?" he asked. Derek nodded, not really giving his mind the room to understand as the idea seemed eyebrow scrunching and Stiles continued, "Let's just drive aimlessly around the place and if we see something interesting, we go there, okay?"
With another nod from the stubble free figure, they entered the car and took their respective seats, with Derek helming the driver's seat, and drove the vehicle out its parking spot.
"I can't believe you didn't think of a place to go," Stiles remarked, scoffing in disbelief.
"I'm sorry," said Derek sheepishly.
"Whatever, and here I thought it's because of you taking too much time getting rid of the scruff or you're just too busy thinking on how to impress me," he continued, ignoring his apology. Derek gave a snort in reply, and Stiles laughed at the momentary trick that he had pulled Derek in. Derek shook his head, and his lips gave a vague smile at the small joke incorporated tiff.
"You should smile more," said Stiles, with a pensive look.
"I do smile," Derek defended.
"Not enough," retorted Stiles, "Come on. Don't tell me that this," he pointed with his motioning finger, "is the so called Der-Bear that your sister call you. It's like some regression for you. Der-Bear evolves into Sourwolf," Derek groused at the comment, but didn't neglect nor made any attempts to argue about the remark. I guess I deserved that.
They drove for minutes until Stiles randomly pointed out, "The pharmacy," Derek raised his eyebrows, not understanding what could be fascinating about a random pharmacy, "Stop by the pharmacy," he repeated, with resolution in his voice. Derek didn't refute the request. After all, it was just an impromptu date. He parked the vehicle by the roadside, and Stiles unbuckled his seat belt, waiting for Derek to do the same, with the car switched off. Derek was about to remove his seat belt, when Stiles pushed his chest down, planting his lips onto his, inciting an improper breath intake, and Derek was out of breath quickly when Stiles kissed him, as if he was sucking the oxygen away from his body. Nevertheless, Derek slipped his hands onto the nape of his neck, slightly glad of his windows being tinted dark enough for anybody passing by to not even look through, or it would cause scenarios that involve blushes, laughs and growls from who we already know. He could feel Stiles' hand trailing down on the waistband of his pants, teasing Derek's hormones. Before he could see the end of this little tunnel, Stiles pulled back, before leaving the car with a shit eating grin and entering the pharmacy. Derek, felt completely out of his game. And Stiles, who was he, Derek thought. From what he understood so far, he knew that he was the least experienced, if not the inexperienced one out of the two, from what Laura told him. Still and all, Derek would be lying to himself if he didn't feel anything from the heated touches of lips and gripping of necks and waistband of someone's pants.
With his pants tightened by several fractions, Derek looked through his peripheral vision, his mouth parted, and his pupils glancing around his surroundings, as if he had forgotten about the whole part where his windows were tinted. He wiped his mouth, ejected the keys out of its keyhole and left the car, breathing in and took his time to leave the car, not wanting something around his nether regions to be making an appearance. He finally left the vehicle and involuntarily tried not to look at the people who in reality, have no idea of the little make out session they have an impromptu appointment on.