Notes: Once again, NC-17 rating rings true for this chapter. Thank you to all who are reading, for one, and who are taking the time to leave a comment to tell me how you liked it :) I really appreciate it. Here's chapter 6, enjoy!
Chapter 6: Your lips taste like reassurances
After their showers (which take a lot longer than either of them expect, probably because Scott kept 'accidently' sliding his hand along Isaac's ass while reaching for shampoo and conditioner and one thing led to another and then another) both of them get dressed in comfortable sweats and simple t-shirts and head downstairs. Scott smells like crisp body lotion, old spice and cinnamon, Isaac's hair smells like Scott's shampoo and both of them overwhelmingly smell like eachother—from heated kisses and fingers and tongues on skin and an extended period of time spent in one another's arms.
They can hear Allison laughing as they enter the living room, bottles of empty beer scattered across the glass table in front of the couch. A movie is playing in the background as Stiles animatedly tells a story about how he was put in the back of a police car (by his father no doubt) and how Scott was there and how every dumb idea they come up with sounds groundbreaking at the time. Isaac shakes his head and glances at the TV screen as he leans his hands on the back of the couch, he's pretty sure Friday the 13th is playing but he's not sure, he's only seen that movie once and he constantly, for some reason, confuses it with Halloween.
Lydia squeals as she sees them. "They're back!"
"We've been back for a while now." Scott chuckles, taking a seat on the floor against the couch. He grabs a beer from Stiles and pops it open, taking a long sip. "I see you managed to pack all the essentials." He jokes, motioning to the bottles on the table.
Stiles shrugs. "What's a cabin in the woods without beer?"
Scott shakes his head and glances up at him, trying to motion to sit next to him on the floor but Isaac declines easily. He's about to excuse himself to go to bed but Allison stands, sways, and he has to steady her which earns him a grin.
"I say we play a game of spin the old bottle."
Stiles snorts and sits up in the chair, sipping from his beer. "Someone is tipsy." Lydia laughs like it's the funniest thing she's ever heard.
Isaac swallows and holds onto Allison because he's afraid if he lets go she's going to topple head first into the glass table. This doesn't sound like a great idea.
"It'll be a really quick game," Scott points out. "There are only five of us here."
Allison giggles; starting to move the glass table aside and Stiles stands and helps her so that they have the center of the room to sit. "So it'll be a quickie, I don't mind."
Isaac's eyes widen before a noise exits his throat; no, no, this was not a good idea.
Lydia sits on the floor next to Scott, pulling Stiles down with her. Allison plops down beside him and pats the space next to her, looking up at Isaac. "Come on Lahey, the floor is warm."
He rubs the back of his neck and glances at Scott, who looks up at him with a small warm smile and a soft nod of his head. He sighs, the confirmation from the other helps but…he still feels like this is only going to cause more problems in terms of their…whatever it is that they're doing. It's not like werewolves can even effectively get drunk, so this isn't going to be any fun for either of them (unless Scott has a fetish for watching other people kiss that he doesn't know about) but grabs a beer anyways and takes a large sip. The most they can get from drinking is a buzz, the distinct humming warmth of alcohol sliding easily into their veins. But that feeling never goes anywhere, it doesn't get deeper or more intense, just a steady tipsy feeling that plays with his nerve endings.
Isaac can't help but feel awkward as Lydia picks up an empty bottle to place in the middle of the floor and he knows it has something to do with his lack of a social life before he became a werewolf. It's not like many people were inviting him to parties or asking him out when they saw the purple bruises coating his face and arms. After the bite that changed, sort of, he grew comfortable in his own group of people. This stupid kissing game makes him miss Erica, he can see her smirking at him in his mind's eye—probably just waiting for the opportunity where she could make out with him or Scott. Or better yet Stiles. It almost makes him smile. But regardless of how comfortable he feels around Scott's pack, it still rests sickly in his stomach; nervousness, even as he feels Scott gently brush his shoulder against his because he must feel it too.
What if he has to kiss Scott and everyone notices that they've done it before?
Lydia breaks his thoughts when she clears her throat. "I play this game a little differently." She grins. "When the bottle lands on the person, you have to tell the group if you've kissed before. And then after the kiss you have to rate it."
Isaac rolls his eyes, because why can't this just be easy?
Scott grabs the bottle and tips it forward. "Who wants to go first?"
Allison takes the bottle from his hand and volunteers herself with another sip of her own beer. Isaac watches as she places the bottle on the floor and gives it a gentle spin, bouncing a little on her legs that are tucked underneath her as she watches it slow down and point at no one other than…Scott. His stomach drops as Allison grins, crawls on her knees towards Scott who is leaning back against the couch, eyes wide.
"Last time we kissed was…" She tries to think and settles onto Scott's lap. Isaac is pretty sure he's going to be sick, he squeezes the bottle of beer in his hand and he's almost certain he hears the glass crack under the pressure.
"When we broke up." Scott offers, keeping his hands at his sides as Allison settles in closer, sets her hands on his shoulders.
Her lips are grazing Scott's and Isaac can't look, his head turning away as their lips meet. He tries to make it as discreet as possible, his eyes glued to the television like something interesting is actually happening. His body is on overdrive, can feel the wolf snarling with jealousy behind his ribcage, his eyes threatening to glow a distinct yellow and give him away. He licks his lips and focuses, even though that sort of makes it worse, because all of his senses slam into him. He can smell Allison's perfume, a hint of sweat on Scott's skin, can sense Lydia's honeysuckle amusement and Stiles' pungent sympathy, can hear their lips smacking, Allison's tongue dipping into Scott's mouth for more, can hear everyone's heartbeats and his own knocking against his ribcage.
When they're done kissing, it feels like hours, and Isaac can feel satisfaction rolling off of Allison in waves—it feels like needles prickling against his skin. He glances up and sees that Lydia's eyes are on him, watching him…he can see the confusion in her eyes and something else, intrigue maybe, he's not sure. It's gone as soon as it appears and he swallows and takes a sip from his beer to distract himself as Allison rates Scott's kiss with a perfect ten, just as she remembers.
Scott feels flustered beside him, his cheeks are a bright pink and his lips are red and wet. His pulse is thrumming wildly in his neck and Isaac resists snarling as he reaches for the bottle to spin for his turn.
The bottle spins for what seems like forever and lands on Lydia. The universe is definitely against him.
"We've never kissed before." Isaac says, setting his bottle down as he follows the stupid rules set in place and inches closer to her. He can feel Scott's eyes on his back.
"But that doesn't mean you haven't thought about it." Lydia smiles as Isaac settles in front of her before letting out a long breath and moving in to kiss her.
He thinks kissing Lydia will close some sort of chapter in his life. He can remember asking her out freshman year, how embarrassed he was when she laughed at him and told him to come back when his bike had an engine instead of a chain. He's come full circle, or something, he's a different person than when he asked her out—he's stronger now, his father no longer tortures him, he's part of a loving family and he knows and understands and almost thinks he deserves what love feels like.
Kissing Lydia should feel like closure…but it just sort of feels wrong. He can feel Stiles next to him, he's burning with anger, the kind of fire that Isaac recognizes and knows. She tastes like strawberry lipbalm, beer, a sort of sweetness that he can't name and desperation.
He can't quite determine how Scott is feeling but when he pulls back and sits back down but the boy's hand is flexing next to him like he wants to grab a hold of him possessively, his face is flushed, eyes playing with the concept of flashing gold.
It makes Isaac want to smile because Scott is jealous. Scott finally understands what Isaac feels like when he sees him with Allison, when he had to watch them leave for their walk and listen to them kiss. And…well, maybe this game isn't such a bad idea after all.
"Well, well Lahey, if I would have known you could kiss like that I might have said yes to that date you asked me out on." Lydia licks her lips, her rating hidden within her words. It hurts him to see that Stiles looks dejected at that response, glancing at his bottle of beer like he wants to crawl inside of it.
"Raincheck has expired." Isaac smirks, satisfied at least that that manages a small smile out of Stiles.
The game continues for an hour, the movie has long ended and some sort of infomercial station has taken its place. Isaac is enthralled by a salad spinner they keep advertising and Scott has to keep elbowing him to pay attention, which he doesn't mind, because he thinks the shorter just wants to touch him anyways.
Stiles has to kiss Scott (and apparently, much to everyone's amusement they had kissed before when they were younger and it was all a mistake, something about experimenting and poison ivy and the kiss they share on the floor is awkward. Allison keeps making whooping noises and Lydia takes a picture on her cell phone), Lydia has to kiss Allison (and wow, that's a lot hotter than Isaac realizes it's going to be—needless to say all boys are quiet when their lips meet and he's pretty sure his jaw is on the floor when they pull away), and just when Isaac is about to take the last turn of the night…
the bottle lands on Scott.
Stiles chokes on a sip of his beer and Allison's eyes widen like she's not ready to watch what's about to happen but the hint of arousal seeping out of her pores is confusing him. It might be jealousy and he's just confusing the scents, he's a bit tipsy and more than ready for this stupid game to be over. Isaac turns his body to look at Scott, who is nursing his last few sips of beer, bringing the bottle to his lips and obscenely taking a long sip before smiling at him.
What a dick.
Isaac clears his throat and sets his beer down. "We've never kissed before." He says, his heart skips with the white lie that's leaving his lips and he's suddenly very glad that the only other werewolf in the room is Scott.
Scott taps his beer bottle against Isaac's knee before humming. "Let's get this over with."
He leans closer to him as he sets his bottle aside and tentatively grazes their lips before closing his eyes to press their mouths together in earnest. The kiss is slow at first, familiar in a way that makes Isaac's stomach clench. He tries to make it awkward, tries to make it feel like it's off and uncomfortable. It's probably not conveying anything that he actually wants it too but it's not his fault kissing Scott feels like coming home.
He doesn't know what to do with his hands so he sets them on Scott's knees—and that seems to be a mistake because Scott dips his head forward and a gasp crawls up his throat because Scott's hands are now on his waist. He feels like he might start panicking but Scott's fingers are firm on his hip bones, telling him to relax…and he settles back because this must be just for show. It has to be.
Scott is the one who doesn't want anyone to know about them, he's the one that keeps putting off defining this thing…and this kiss is getting deeper and if they don't stop soon they're not going to be able to backtrack from it.
Isaac pulls back after a moment, cheeks slightly pink and lips wet and breathing somewhat heavily against Scott's mouth. Scott's fingers leave his hips and he licks his lips, clearing his throat as he rubs the back of his neck and glances around at everyone. Isaac doesn't want to meet eyes with anyone else; he already knows how everyone is feeling without looking at them.
Lydia is laughing into her fourth bottle of beer. "Well, I don't have to be a human lie detector to know that you've done that before."
Allison's eyes are wide, glancing between Scott and Isaac before Stiles snorts awkwardly. "Yeah, right. Please. Scott isn't even that good of a kisser."
And that seems to let air back into the room, the tension is gone because Scott is laughing and shoving Stiles in the shoulder and Allison is giggling even though her eyes are still filled with something like caution and doubt but he can't pick one for certain.
Isaac nods along with Stiles, smiling as best he can as he feels Lydia's gaze on him again. "I give him a four out of ten, at best."
Scott laughs hard, bends at his waist, the sound traveling right up Isaac's spine and warming his chest. "And you're a ten?" He scoffs. "I was drowning in salvia. Next time don't use your tongue." He teases.
And everyone is laughing again, bottles of beer spilling over as the room fills with sounds of their carrying on—but Isaac still feels it, the awkward tension in his shoulders and the slight dipping sensation filling his belly. It's a sick feeling, curling in the bottom of his stomach, heavy as lead.
It feels a lot like something is slipping from his grasp, like sand through his fingers.
0o0o0o0o
He doesn't go into Scott's room until late, when he's sure that everyone is asleep. He lies in bed for a few hours, clocks the three heartbeats and waits until their breathing is shallow and slow before he throws the covers off and sneaks into the room next to his own.
His feet gently pad on the hardwood floor as he closes the door, slides his shirt off and carefully steps over Scott's shoes and jeans (not surprising that this bedroom is going to end up looking like his own for the short time he's here, which means his belongings are strewn about on any viable surface) and approaches the bed slowly to crawl inside.
There is a space for him even though Scott is taking up both sides of the mattress by lying smack in the middle, his one arm stretched out as the other rests across his middle. Isaac doesn't want to wake him, he can sense he's teetering between falling asleep and waking up, caught somewhere in the middle as he waits for Isaac to join him but he knows the minute he gets into bed or pulls the covers back the reaction is going to be inevitable.
He sighs and gently tugs the sheet wrapped around Scott's waist and he stirs, makes a small noise and whispers his name. Isaac smiles and crawls into bed, sliding up against the other's warm body. Scott makes no move to shift his position; instead he draws him closer and presses his face into Isaac's neck as he molds into his side. The shorter breathes out, the air tickling his neck and Isaac turns his head to brush his lips in Scott's hair.
"Took you long enough." Scott mutters, voice streaked with sleep.
Isaac smirks, running his fingers along the back of Scott's hand that moves to rest on his stomach. "I wanted to make sure everyone was asleep." He whispers, kissing Scott's head. "Sorry if I woke you."
Scott makes a noise like it doesn't matter and leans further into Isaac's side, almost turning completely onto his stomach as his arm stretches even more across the his abdomen. They're quiet for a while, Isaac listens to his breathing, enjoys the warmth of his body pressing neatly against his own, his heartbeat slowing as the Scott's eyelashes brush against the skin of his neck.
"Are we going to talk about what happened?" Isaac asks.
"What do you mean?" His voice is muffled against his neck and he hates to bring it up but if he doesn't night will fade into day, human hangovers will take priority and he'll lose his nerve.
It's bothering him and he should be able to talk to Scott about it, right? "About our spin the bottle kiss."
Scott sighs and sits up a little, shifts to lie on his stomach and hovers over his body. He kisses the Isaac's chest absentmindedly, like he's trying to avoid the question at hand. Isaac cards his fingers through Scott's hair and scrubs at his scalp, a content noise leaving Scott's mouth.
His nose dips into Isaac's sternum and breathes in his skin and after a moment he looks up at him with a small frown tugging the lines of his face. "You're upset."
Isaac licks his lips and looks down, letting out a long breath. Sometimes he hates talking to other werewolves; he can't control or contain his emotions. He can't hide behind unsaid words because it's out in the open on his face, or in his heartbeats or how his emotions smell. It's beyond frustrating sometimes. It's like he always has a billboard on his head projecting how he feels, without permission, never having to open his mouth to say it in so many words.
"I'm not…" He suddenly feels overheated with Scott's body on his so he sits up and knocks the other aside, Scott turning to his back before he sits up. "I'm not upset."
"I can smell it on you—"
"Would you stop it?" Isaac interrupts swiftly, his voice an octave higher but not loud enough that he could wake anyone. "I hate it when you do that, stop trying to read me like a damn book."
Scott looks hurt, which Isaac hates more than anything. He's the one that's supposed to take that look off his face, not put it there. But he's just so frustrated with this dance that they're doing; he keeps feeling like he's going through some sort of emotional whiplash. They've gone from being enemies, to friends, to something more, to something less, to hiding what they are from their friends because Scott's not ready, to making out like they're trying to spell it out with the sound of their kisses and the grabbing of their hands on one another.
"I'm sorry." Scott says, inching towards him. He doesn't want Scott's apology, is ashamed of the way he snapped at him anyways.
It'd be better if Scott was angry at him or even yelling; Isaac can deal with anger. It's easier somehow, less messy and his wolf always enjoys the slow and steady build up of adrenaline.
Isaac shakes his head and sighs, pulling the sheets up over his waist before running a hand over his face.
"I get it," Scott whispers, placing his hands on Isaac's forearms and the taller scoffs because, no, he's pretty sure he doesn't. "I'm sure it was hard seeing Allison and I kiss."
And that's what's funny because he couldn't even watch them kiss and he thinks that maybe hearing it was worse because his mind wandered about what it looked like; if Allison was gripping Scott's shoulders or if Scott was cupping her face.
"But you know," His thumbs rub the soft skin on the inside of his elbows. "It wasn't exactly easy for me to see you suck face with Lydia, either."
Isaac smiles softly and shakes his head, closing his eyes when Scott leans forward and nuzzles his nose against his cheek. All the anger and frustration seems to fade away with one simple touch and he has to wonder if Scott does that on purpose because he doesn't want to fight. He just sighs and buckles because Scott's body is warm and pressed against his and his hands start to rub his thighs and maybe it's okay to remain in the gray area of relationship limbo even though his body tells him, screams at him, not to settle.
But—
this thing with Scott, though confusing, is good and safe and he deserves to feel like that, even for a little, doesn't he? He can push away the daunting pull of reality like this cabin in the woods for three days is ignoring the drama that's waiting for them back home. In the back of his mind he has his insecurities and his worries but it's all lost in the warmth of Scott's skin and the brush of his breath on his jawline and the way his lips move against his own when he turns his head to capture them in a kiss.
Isaac leans forward and forces Scott to lie down on is back, moving swiftly to cover his body with his own. His legs lace with Scott's, one slotting between the shorter's thighs; he purposely moves his knee up to graze his balls and kisses Scott deeper when that elicits a moan. He rocks forward, his hands lacing in his hair as Isaac slides his tongue into his mouth to roll against Scott's. He pulls back and pants gently against the other's lips, nipping at his lower one before dipping his head to kiss at his neck. Isaac sucks hickies into Scott's skin, deep purple bruise marks that fade mere moments after indenting his pores. He glances up at Scott as he slides down his body, his nose dragging along the other's sternum and presses his lips into the space below his belly button.
Isaac breathes heatedly against Scott's lower stomach, smiling slowly at him as Scott glances down at him with lidded eyes. "Would you rather I suck something else?" He smirks, referring back to Scott's previous comment about kissing Lydia.
He licks his lips and breathes in Scott's skin, doesn't wait for a response before he's sitting up and yanking down the other's sweatpants. When he pulls the material down to his ankles, Scott spreads his legs to accommodate Isaac's body, the taller sinking between his thighs and kissing near his knee. He sneaks his tongue out to taste his skin, memorizes the hint of Scott's body lotion, something earthy, a hint of sweat and tinges of arousal. Scott grunts as Isaac's nose brushes the bottom of his sack, his fingers digging into the mattress with anticipation.
"Come on." Scott whines, looking down at Isaac who is grinning up at him.
Isaac leans up on his elbows to look down at Scott's body, he's panting gently, his cock resting prettily against his stomach, already hard, head beet red and leaking pearl white precum onto his skin. He shudders, moves to kiss and nip at his hips, baring his teeth to drag along the bone.
"I distinctly remember you telling me not to use my tongue next time." Isaac murmurs, teasing him because he can. He blows on the tip of Scott's member, making it jerk in earnest as Scott lets out a low moan.
"You asshole," Scott hisses, fingers flexing like he's about to grab himself because Isaac is taking too fucking long. "You know I was just pulling your—"He sucks in air, his sentence effectively cut off as Isaac slides his mouth down onto him, taking in the head of his cock.
The more Isaac takes the more guttural Scott's noises become, low moans of pleasure that sound from deep in the male's throat. His fingers dig into the sheets as his hips jerk up, Isaac's hand holding the base of Scott's cock and rubbing his thumb over his balls as he slides his tongue down the throbbing vein along his shaft. He bobs his head before taking him deep in his throat, humming softly while tugging his balls and has to pull back at the sound that leaves Scott's mouth.
"You have to be quiet." Isaac smirks, shaking his head as Scott whimpers, his hips rolling towards Isaac's mouth. "Can you do that?" He whispers, kissing up Scott's happy trail before sliding his tongue along his belly button.
"Fuck, Isaac." He moans, nodding his head because he can keep quiet. Or rather, he has to or Isaac is going to stop—the last thing he wants is Allison walking in while he's sucking her ex-boyfriend off. A kiss between beers and bottles is one thing…blowjobs and sneaking around while she 'rebuilds bridges' with him is another.
Isaac settles back down between Scott's legs again, lifting himself up a little to tease the tip of his cock with his mouth as his hand sneaks into his own sweatpants. He's incredibly hard and aching to be touched, the fabric of his boxer briefs driving him absolutely crazy. He feels confined, leaking against his stomach, throbbing as he tastes Scott in his mouth—hot, the weight of him between his lips, the hint of sweat and sex beading on his tongue. He jerks himself off quickly, wrist twisting as he glances up at Scott and feels him tense, knows he's close, can tell by the tautness of the muscles in his thighs and the quick snaps of his diaphragm, heart slamming against his ribcage as his eyes close.
Scott's fingers wind through Isaac's curls as he takes him deep again, ignoring his gag reflex and hums. He groans as Scott's hips jerk forward and he cums hard, shooting strings of white into the back of his throat. Isaac swallows easily, pulls back with an audible pop before kissing up Scott's chest, lips sliding across his nipple before he buries his face in his neck. He pants heavily as a moan slips from his lips, muffled against Scott's skin. His hips snap into his hand before he falls apart, unravels as Scott lazily strokes his hair, his body buckling into the one underneath him. They lie there for what feels like hours, heartbeats slowing, breathing evening out, small sounds of contentedness leaving their lips and fluttering against skin every so often.
The silence between them is filled with peppered kisses and soft sighs as they clean up, Isaac has to go to his room to brush his teeth and change his sweats and boxer briefs but he doesn't mind because there really is nothing worse than waking up to the stickiness of dried cum.
He crawls back into bed a few minutes later and Scott is already half asleep, tucked into the sheets and curled onto his side, facing the middle of the bed. Isaac sighs and pulls the blankets up over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around Scott's waist to draw him into his chest. Scott complies easily, burying his face into the soft skin of Isaac's neck as the other's nose dips into his hair.
He breathes in, slowly and evenly, feels Scott's heartbeat beat calmly against his chest.
"If we have to play another game while we're here I'm suggesting Seven Minutes in Heaven and using what we just did as a point of reference." Isaac mumbles, smirking.
Scott smiles against Isaac's throat and merely chuckles. He falls asleep as he thinks about how he loves the vibration of Scott's laughs against his body and the sensation of their chests brushing when he breathes.
000o0o0o
Snap.
Isaac's eyes shoot open at the sound, his senses suddenly alert as he slowly sits up in bed. Scott shifts beside him but doesn't wake up, turns away from Isaac's body and sighs. He listens, swallowing as his fingers grip the sheets. His heartbeat is in his ears; he's so used to having nightmares that he's not sure if that sound was in a dream or if it was actually the reason he woke up. He waits for a long moment, glances over at Scott who is breathing deeply, back muscles tensing and relaxing against the pale moonlight shining in through the window. He runs a hand over his face and is about to lie down and go back to sleep when he hears it again—
a distinct snap stepsnap, right outside the window.
He hurriedly pulls himself from bed and rushes to the window next to the bathroom, pulls the curtain aside and looks down at the woods behind the cabin. The trees and bushes are quiet in the darkness, motionless, the world asleep in the wee hours of the morning. He turns his head to squint at the clock; it reads four AM. Isaac sighs softly and turns his attention back out the window; he definitely heard something. He's not sure whether his senses are on overdrive because the sound woke him from a dead sleep or because something is wrong and his body can sense it, his wolf can sense it.
But he's staring outside this window and nothing is moving, nothing is gaining his attention. Everything is still, nature's heartbeat is steady and calm but he can't shake this feeling that there's something going on beneath the curtain of dusk still cloaking the woods. He got the same reaction when he and Scott had found that arrow in tree on their way back to the cabin. The same sound echoing in his ears; like a twig snapping in half, like someone stepping onto a branch and the distinct crack like breaking a bone.
He leans forward a little, analyzes all of what he can see with his heightened vision, trying to pick up any pulses of irregularity just in case…and nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels Scott's hand on his forearm.
He whirls around to see him standing there, blinking sleepily at him as he rubs his arms. "What's wrong?" He croaks out, voice thick with sleep. "Did you have a nightmare?"
Isaac sighs, tries to regulate his own heartbeat as he glances back out the window before shaking his head. "No, I…I thought I heard something."
Scott approaches the window and tugs the curtain back a little to look out too, trying to pinpoint what Isaac is looking for. "What?"
He licks his lips and runs a hand over his face; it had to be a nightmare or something. He feels bad for waking Scott up and for his inability to just enjoy time away from all the drama and things trying to kill him and his friends. It's like he can't spend one day without there being some dark cloud hanging over his head with a ticking clock reminding him that their days might be numbered. It's a habit, he realizes, just like cleaning and cooking and washing the laundry. He's used to feeling like his life is hanging in the balance, like they're always in danger…so now his body must be making up sounds and scenarios to just fill that absence.
He's got to relax, has to stop conclusion jumping. He wants Scott to enjoy this short vacation where he can just…have fun and be a regular teenager for once and not have to worry about the weight of the world on his shoulders before he has to go back to Beacon Hills and responsibility and reality smack him in the face all at once.
"Nothing, never mind." Isaac says, shaking his head before biting his lower lip.
Scott turns to look at him; eyes not entirely convinced that he's alright. "You sure?"
Isaac nods, gives him a soft smile before gently grasping his wrist. "Positive, let's go back to bed. I'm going to have to return to my own room in a few hours."
The shorter grunts in disapproval and lets Isaac take him back into bed, pulling Scott into his embrace as they shuffle under the covers. Scott falls back asleep easily, face pressed into Isaac's neck as one arm lazily rests along his waist. Isaac dips his nose into Scott's hair and breathes evenly, slow and steady as he tries to will himself to sleep.
