Wednesday practices are always the hardest of the week. I think coach Finstock believes that because it's the middle of the week that the team will be more motivated, not still tired from the weekend, but also not fed up enough of the school week to be moody. He's wrong. Mid-week is the worst. The weekend feels so far away and you just don't care anymore. Or this is the case for Scott anyway.

Isaac loves Wednesdays. On Wednesdays his dad works the afternoon shift and has his weekly poker nights at his friends so he is not home at all. Wednesdays are Isaac's favorite days of the week, on a Wednesday he knows there is no change he will be beaten, he knows he can relax and go out and be normal for one day without having to worry. Isaac is always at his best on Wednesday practices, he is focused. Not distracted by thought of going home.

'Hey Isaac,' Scott calls as they begin walking off the field once coach decided he had worked them hard enough, 'I was thinking maybe you could come back to mine again today, you know we could finish working on the chem. Project?'

'Sure Scott, I'll just get showered and shit before we go'

'Nah man, we have to walk anyway, Stiles has a thing, so there is no point and you can just shower at mine.' Scott says picking his bag from inside his locker and heading towards the door. Isaac shuts his locker door and follows silently.

It takes them an hour to walk to Scott's; they had been walking so slowly, not even realising it. They had been so deep in conversation. After the first pack meeting things at gotten a lot easier between the two, now that Isaac was pack Scott had accepted how drawn to Isaac he feels as being nothing more than pack feels and Isaac was just grateful to have Scott in his life even if it wasn't in the way he wanted him to be. Scott hadn't mentioned Isaac's dad or anything like that since their argument in the locker room weeks before, but Isaac could tell he really wanted to.

Scott directs Isaac to the guest shower, while he goes to his own. When Isaac sneaks across the hall, wearing nothing but a towel tied loosely around his waist, to Scott's room realising he had forgotten to take his spare clothes with him, Scott is already there towel wrapped loosely round his waist, showing off his tan lines from where his shorts have been, and also his very muscular stomach. He has his head tipped over and is drying his hair with a smaller towel causing his whole body to shake, also revealing sharp angular shoulder blades and his tanned muscular back. Isaac can't help but do a double take when he takes it all in; he also feels a wave of arousal coursing through his body. He quickly pushed all thought out of his mind when Scott's head snaps up, his hair is dangling damp against his forehead almost covering his amazing brown eyes, he blushed embarrassed at being caught doing his hair, or so Isaac thinks, and Isaacs mind is immediately back at their first conversation in the woods, when Scott had told him he beautiful eyes.

'You told me I had beautiful eyes once Scott, I'm just saying you do as well.' With this Isaac grabs his bag, turns quickly and walks back to the spare bathroom where he changes.

Scott could barely breathe. Isaac was breathtakingly beautiful. When Scott had looked up and seen Isaac standing there, blushing very slightly in nothing but a towel he thought he was going to explode, he had never felt like that around another guy before. But Isaac was well Isaac, with his perfectly pale skin, damp curls bushed back away from his face for once, showing off his cheek bones and his eyes, which Scott loved, his prominent collar bones and his slight frame with his abs which were just so unexpected from such a tall, skinny guy. The arousal hits Scott like a freight train, he doesn't expect it, doesn't understand it, but it is there. If he wasn't already blushing he was now, he didn't even know why they saw each other half naked all the time in the locker room, but to Scott this just felt different. When Isaac speaks, when Isaac tells him he has beautiful eyes his heart skips a beat, he feels his blush grow, he can feel his cheeks burning. He is thankful that Isaac had left in a hurry.

When Isaac re-enters Scott's room he is worried it might be awkward after what he said but Scott just smiles and says thank you. They settle down on the bed, Isaac with his legs crossed and Scott leaning against the head board with his legs spread straight in front of him, they have their chemistry things spread all across the bed and some on the floor. After what feels like minuets but was in fact hours, Isaac looks around him and realises the entire room is cluttered with sheets of paper, some with writing some blank, some scrunched up in little balls and other just have little doodles on them that Isaac had caught Scott doing about ten times. Scott notices Isaac's wandering eyes and looks around him as well, he curses under his breath leaps off the bed and starts collecting the runaway sheets.

'After we sort all this mess out, do you want to play Xbox or something? You could stay for dinner if you want?'

Isaac doesn't know how to answer, he wants to more than anything but he is embarrassed, 'Scott, I, eh, h-h-ave never played Xbox.' He looks down in shame after his confession. He doesn't need to look at Scott's face to see the pity that is now displayed across it, he can smell it on him, but he also smells confusion and guilt.

'Why do you feel guilty, it's not your fault my dad is a fucking bastard who has given me nothing.' it's out before he even realises what he is saying. He knows that now that he has brought up the topic Scott won't let it go.

'No Isaac, it's not your fault, you do know that don't you, you have never done anything to your dad, nothing you have even done could be bad enough for him to treat you the way he does, no child should have to suffer their own father beating them. It's why my mum kicked my dad out. It was only one time but, I had my mum to protect me, you didn't have anyone. It's not your fault Isaac. But you have people now, you have me, and stiles and Erica, and you have Derek I know he seems like an arse whole but he really is a good alpha you can trust him. You can trust me. I care, the pack cares about you.' He says the last bit so fast Isaac almost doesn't catch what he says.

'I-I-I don't know what to say Scott. My dad blames me for everything, my mum leaving, my brother's death; everything is my fault to him. I'm not good enough, I'm not perfect, and I'm not my brother. I know that what he wants, I wants me to be exactly like my brother, captain of a sports team, popular, confident, have a girlfriend. What he doesn't realise is he is the reason I don't have friends; he is the reason I have no confidence; he is the reason I can't try out for most sports. I can't swim because well my entire body used to be covered in bruises, most sports would be too sore for me to play. That why I chose lacrosse, the padding. He's a bastard Scott, and I know I just can't make myself hate him. He's my dad Scott. He's the only family I have left. I can't throw that away.'

'Isaac,' Scott is shocked at Isaac's confession he didn't think he would open up the way he had, he was sure Isaac would shoosh him and just leave, 'the pack is your family now.'

When Isaac looks up again he has tears in his eyes, Scott immediately reacts and pulls the boy into a deep embrace holding him close and telling him everything will be fine, he is not alone anymore, that he is there for him now. Isaac clings onto him for dear life, not even thinking about what he is doing it just feels natural.

'I'm okay' Isaac mumbles after a while pulling away from Scott, but not that far only so they are barely touching anymore.

And then it happens, he doesn't expect it, it comes from nowhere, but Scott leans in, and kisses Isaac, on the lips, cautiously at first. Slowly Scott starts to move his mouth forcing Isaac's to move with it. Isaac reacts instantly, he feels himself getting aroused, and he can smell it off Scott as well so he puts his hands on Scott's back slowly scratching up and down, while his other holds the back of Scott's neck. The fact that Scott is aroused gives Isaac the confidence he needed, he slips his tongue cautiously into Scott's mouth, he slowly starts to move it, nipping at Scott's lower lip before going back in for a kiss again, Scott's hands had also started wandering he no one on Isaacs waist and the other stroking his cheek. Isaac pulls away looking Scott directly in the eyes and mumbles 'so beautiful' before Scott leans in again, this time returning the tongue and they battle for dominance for which eventually Scott wins, and begins leading the kiss. Meanwhile Isaac pushes the hand he had on Scott's back under his shirt, against the small of Scott's back he starts to rub softly, producing a soft moan from Scott. That of which doesn't help Isaac's already painfully hard cock. The kiss deepens, become faster more desperate, their hands are now everywhere on each other under shirts, on faces, Isaac leans more into the kiss pushing Scott down onto the bed, lying on top and he starts to move against Scott in time with the kiss. He can feel Scott's hard on against his leg, and he hears Scott moan at the friction being caused. Scott pulls away suddenly and looks Isaac right in the eyes as if he is searching for something. The lust Isaac can see in Scott's eyes could not be mistaken for anything other than that. But slowly the lust changes it turns to confusion and anger, Isaac whips round grabs his bags leaving his chem stuff behind, and jumps out the window, but not before he hears Scott mumble,

'Trust me.'

So Isaac whispers back from the garden knowing Scott could hear him,

'I'm not okay.'