Notes: Thank you so much to anyone who gave this story a chance and/or left a review. I really appreciate it. Here's the last chapter! Hope you enjoy! Also the chapter title is Spanish for Thunder, which ties right back in to the title of the first chapter.
Chapter 13: trueno
Ally's quiet after the initial shock of what happened with her brother…or maybe she's fallen silent because of the shock, he's not sure. She's pinned to his chest for a long time, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. They both smell like blood and dirt, like sweat and gunpowder, and he knows better than to try and pull away before she's ready. So he waits, sits quietly as Scott moves from them into the house to retrieve a sheet from one of the pieces of the furniture to place over Charlie's lifeless form.
When she does pull back she's completely quiet, her heartbeat and the sound of her lungs taking air in and out is even muted. Her face has tear tracks on it and her cheek has the imprint from the fabric of his t-shirt. He can only guess on what she's exactly feeling, for one because it's probably a mixture and not one identifiable thing and two, his werewolf senses are all fucked up from the wolfsbane. While he's got the feeling back in his hands and his stomach isn't rolling like he's stuck on a boat, his headache reseeding to a dull pinch, his heightened senses are still weakened significantly.
Scott kneels next to him again, his fingers tugging gently at the bottom of his shirt. "Let me see."
Isaac winces, trying to tease him even though his hands are shaking. "Of all the times you ask me to take my shirt off…"
Scott smiles softly but it's at least affectionate, glancing down at the jagged line in his side from Ally's blade. The cut is angry looking, red and ripped skin, giving off a faint yellow vapor as he bleeds.
"Careful," Isaac swallows as Scott's fingers move towards the blood. "Don't touch."
He nods. "Right," He bites his lip in concentration. "I'm going to call Deaton." Scott stands and digs his cell phone out of his pocket, moving towards a space that he can pick up on reception through the trees.
"Are you going to be okay?" Isaac's head snaps to his right, Ally's voice sounding just above a whisper. It's distant and her eyes are still glued to her brother's body but it's something. He doesn't respond at first and that seems to pull her even further out of her catatonic-like state because she turns her head to look at him. "I mean…" She looks down at the stab wound on his side. "the wolfsbane…"
Isaac nods even though he's not sure; Scott is rushing to explain what happened to Deaton a few feet away from them. He can't quite make out the words but his skin isn't stinging anymore. He might be healing quicker than he thought but he wonders how long it'll take for his senses to return completely.
"My…boyfriend," He says slowly, testing the word out on his tongue as he looks over at Scott before turning his attention back to Ally. "He's calling someone to make sure…he's sort of a…mystic vet?" He explains in layman's terms.
That earns him the smallest of smiles before it fades from her face. "So my brother," She almost chokes on the word. "He was telling the truth about…you and Scott? You're mates?"
Isaac feels the slightest bit of blush fill up his cheeks. If that gets back to Stiles he'll never hear the end of it. "I guess if that's what you want to call it."
Ally shakes her head and brings her knees up to her chest, looking down at her shoes before running a shaking hand through her hair. When Scott brought out the sheet to cover Charlie he also managed to snag some hand towels that were in a few of the kitchen drawers. She's removed as much blood as she could from her hands, without counting the few splotches that will always be there and will never come off—drilled in her skin as a reminder to haunt her, but it's still caked and dry around her fingernails and between the spaces on her knuckles.
There are a few silent moments between them, Isaac watching Scott pace back and forth as he talks to Deaton. Not that this wolfsbane thing isn't important, because his vision is still a bit blurry in the corners and his ears keep ringing every so often, but he's also worried about where this all leaves Ally. Does she have any other family? What is she going to do with Charlie? She has to understand that what has happened wasn't her fault, that they were both led here because Charlie couldn't let go of his anger. That the path probably would have ended just as self-destructive even if a gun hadn't gone off by accident.
That Ally could have been consumed right along with him.
"Ally—"
"I'm sorry." She cuts him off, her voice muffled by the fabric of her jeans, her mouth pressed into her knee. Isaac starts to shake his head because honestly, she doesn't have to apologize. In the end, she wanted to make the right decision and that matters a lot more than he thinks she realizes.
He takes a different route, knowing that this in the back of her mind anyways, staining her just like the dried blood on her hands. "What happened to your brother wasn't your fault. No matter what you could have done…you probably couldn't have stopped it."
Ally lets out a long breath out of her mouth and she nods, agreeing with him. Her throat closes around her words as she speaks and tears gather in her eyes as she stares at the white sheet, "He wasn't my brother anymore, you know? He hadn't been for a long time. I lost him the same day I lost my parents." She sniffles, rubbing her nose with the back of her wrist. "I thought…I just thought there was a part of him still left in there."
Upon listening to her Isaac remembers a conversation he had with his brother, a memory locked away and stored on a shelf in the back of his mind, it has dust on it, he can't remember it completely; it's fragmented.
He's in Camden's room, on his bed, his brother's sheets smell like cologne and cigarette smoke, October sun is streaming in through the window and creates dust particles spinning in its light above his knees. He's sitting cross legged, Camden is rushing around his room, he's packing,
he's leaving.
He's got a matching bruise on his face like Isaac has one on his left cheekbone.
"Dad's not the same anymore." He says and Camden stops shoving shirts into a duffel bag and stares at him.
"Mom's dead."
Isaac swallows and thumbs a comic book that's sitting on his lap. "Will you read this to me?"
He's twelve, he doesn't need any help reading anything, but his brother's voice reminds him of his mother's and how she used to read to him every night.
"You can be dead on the inside and still walk around, you know?" Is Camden's reply before licking his lips and lighting a cigarette right in his bedroom without even opening the window.
His dad will smell that later and beat him for it.
Isaac doesn't understand what Camden's trying to say until he puts the pieces together with bloodied fingers from scratching at walls when he sleeps in the freezer that night.
"I know," Isaac says softly, his voice catching in the slightest. He clears his throat and nods his head. "Trust me."
"I didn't want this to happen," She shakes her head, letting her knees fall back to the ground. "He just wouldn't stop and…he was the only family I had left."
He reaches his hand over and squeezes hers, runs his thumb over her knuckles because he knows—he knows what it's like to not want to give up on someone because who they used to be is more important than who they've turned into. He knows because he had never wanted to give up on his father even though he didn't deserve the unwavering support Isaac was willing to give him.
Isaac looks up as Scott starts back over, sticking his phone into his back pocket. "Deaton said you should be fine, you're bleeding it out. But uh…we should still keep an eye on it, if you don't start feeling better within a few hours…"
"I'll be okay." He assures him, nodding his head as he lets go of Ally's hand.
Scott swallows, not entirely convinced until he sees it with his own eyes and rubs the back of his neck. He looks down at Ally before moving to help Isaac stand. He wraps his arm around his torso, trying to avoid the wound and the blood as much as he can. Isaac's legs buckle and he makes a soft noise as he leans his body into Scott's but the shorter easily adapts to the weight.
"What are you going to do?" He asks her but Isaac's not sure if Scott means with Charlie's body or in a bigger picture sense.
She stands and wipes her hands off her jeans, biting her lower lip before clearing her throat. "I uhm, I can call a family friend. My mom has an address book in one of those boxes in the living room. From what I can remember he's a hunter, I think that's who they called when they wanted help on how to contain Rick…" She trails off, licking her lips. "He's fortunately also in law enforcement so I think he can help."
"We can wait it out with you, if you want." Scott offers, shifting Isaac into his body.
Ally smiles softly and shakes her head. "I'm on my own now…I think I should start getting used to it." She sticks her hands in her pockets and clears her throat. "Besides, Isaac has pellets in his chest from when Charlie shot him…I suggest you try and get those out before the wolfsbane fades and he heals completely."
Isaac groans. "Great, ought to be a lot of fun playing 'find the shotgun pellets'."
"We'll let Allison do it." Scott jokes, earning a dry sarcastic laugh out of the taller boy.
He checks one last time to make sure that Ally doesn't want them to stay with her until she meets up with some help but she insists they go; which is probably the better choice. Knowing their luck they'll have to deal with another hunter trying to kill them and Isaac's pretty sure he can't take another round of 'whack a werewolf' with wolfsbane. He gives her his number to keep in touch and so he can check in on her and as Scott turns away, helping him back towards the cabin, he swears he pick up on a light flowery scent coming from Ally, stuck in the breeze. A release.
Ease.
He has no idea whether he's picking up on it right but the faintest of smiles Scott throws in his direction fills up his chest with hope.
0o0o0o0
As it turns out, ironically, Allison is the one who has to remove the pellets from his chest when they get back to the Stilinski Cabin. Scott can't touch his blood because it's still wafting out of his body with the lightest of yellow mists from the Wolfsbane and Stiles looks like he's about to vomit at even the prospect of going near him let alone touch him. Lydia just sort of crosses her arms over her chest and gives him this look that says she's not touching Isaac's body unless it has to do with foreplay.
So that leaves Allison.
Scott is frustrated he can't help; he stands by the whole time, holding Isaac's hand and taking his pain away every so often when Isaac whimpers and squeezes him hard. He speaks through his teeth the entire time as he tells the group what happened at the Campbell cabin and silence overtakes all of them as Allison glances up from pulling pellets from Isaac's chest and Stiles glances at Lydia.
"Almost done." Allison whispers at Isaac and he nods softly, leaning his head back against the arm of the couch as he winces when she starts to dig into his chest again with tweezers.
Luckily a lot of pellets hadn't managed to burrow in too deep but pulling out eight and counting from one's chest isn't exactly a good time. He lets out a long breath and squeezes Scott's hand, glancing over at him as Scott puts his other hand on top of the one he already has wound around Isaac's fingers and sighs. His veins are suddenly soaked with black and he pants softly as the pain dissipates, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.
"What about Ally?" Stiles asks, glancing back and forth between Scott and Isaac as Allison finishes up and sticks a washcloth into a bowl of water to wipe the blood from Isaac's chest.
Scott swallows. "She didn't want us to stay, we offered but…it's something she has to do on her own." He runs his thumb over Isaac's knuckles. "She's going to call someone to help with…Charlie."
"I just mean, she's completely alone. Her parents and her brother are dead." He shakes his head. "I can't even imagine coming back from something like that."
Stiles doesn't realize what he's said until after he's said it, Scott's eyes widening slightly before looking at Isaac and it dawns on Stilinski's face a few minutes too late because oh, Ally's not the only one who's ever lost both of her parents and her brother.
But Isaac just smiles softly as he opens his eyes, looks at Scott, squeezes his hand again before looking up at Stiles. "You'd be surprised what you can come back from."
Stiles clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck as Scott smiles softly at Isaac, leaning down to brush his lips over his forehead. The action is sudden and surprising to him all at the same time, it's so new and public and he should probably prevent the really wide grin that wants to spread across his face when Scott pulls back.
"Well then, I don't know about any of you, but I am not spending one more day in this cabin."
Lydia lets a long breath out of her nose. "Me neither, we should drive to a motel."
Stiles snaps his finger at the idea. "As long as Lahey doesn't bleed all over my backseat I'm down."
Isaac rolls his eyes and sits up a little, looking down at Allison's handy work and gently taking the washcloth from her with a small smile and a 'thank you'.
"He's already healing." Allison says, standing up to brush her hands off her jeans.
"So it's settled," Scott says, letting go of Isaac's hand to clap his hands together. "Gather and pack your things, we're on the road within the hour."
0o0o0o0o
They clean the cabin up as best as they can. There's sort of a missing chunk of wood to the top of the banister and a hole in the wall (that they may or may not have covered up with a picture frame from one of the bathrooms) that Stiles will have to explain to his father at some point but the dresser that was in front of the door in one of the bedrooms is moved back into its place. They also straighten up the living room, remove the blood soaked gauze and bullet pellets, wipe down the kitchen and pack up their things.
Scott and Isaac are outside near the jeep first, putting bags into the trunk. Isaac's gotten a shower and put on some clean clothes, his chest is completely healed but the stab wound from Ally's wolfsbane dipped knife is still open and red. It's not bleeding anymore, which is a good sign, but Allison had taken time and care to put a large gauze bandaid over the area. He's not sure if werewolves can get infections but he's not chancing anything.
He leans against the side of the jeep as Scott yawns, rubbing a hand over his face as he stuffs one of Lydia's suitcases into the back. The sun is starting to peak through the clouds and trees, reflecting on the lake and make the water sparkle. He wishes they could stay for one more day, really make this sort of long weekend vacation count in terms of relaxing and forgetting their troubles. The last twenty-four hours has felt like seventy-two and the last thing he finds himself wanting to do is go back to Beacon Hills and deal with all the crap that they tried to leave behind.
Isaac reaches over and wraps an arm around Scott's waist as the other continues to rub his eyes, letting out a soft tired noise as he leans into Isaac's chest. He burrows his face in his shoulder, Isaac running a long hand up and down his spine, pausing to rub circles between his vertebras. He fits perfectly under his chin and he presses his lips and nose into Scott's dark hair and breathes him in for a long moment. They stand there without talking, soaking in one another's warmth and firmness that their bodies have to offer.
For a minute Scott's breathing is so deep and even that Isaac almost thinks he's fallen asleep standing up in his arms, like some sort of werewolf flamingo but then Scott opens his mouth and talks, his breath skittering against his neck and through the fabric of his clothes.
"Need coffee."
Isaac chuckles and continues to rub his back. "We'll stop at a gas station and I'll get you some."
He grumbles and closes his eyes, turns his face into his collar bone. "You feel any better?"
"I told you, I'm healing. Don't worry about me."
Scott pulls back and smiles that crooked smile that lights up his brown eyes. Isaac pointedly ignores the butterfly wings fluttering against his heart. "I always worry about you."
Isaac rolls his eyes and playfully tugs on a piece of Scott's hair that's dipping past his forehead. "You always worry about everyone." He counters.
He hums, leans further into Isaac's body as his arms settle around Scott's waist. "Especially you."
Isaac smiles slowly, knows exactly what he's trying for and lowers his head to press his lips against Scott's. The kiss builds the longer their lips are connected, Isaac's arms squeeze around Scott's waist as Scott's one hand bunches up the fabric of his shirt while the other rests along the side of his neck. He catches Scott's lower lip in his mouth and gently kneads on it with his teeth, earning a small moan out him. Isaac smirks and pulls back after a moment, shaking his head while placing kisses along Scott's jaw.
"You called me your boyfriend," He freezes, stomach flipping when he pulls back. Scott raises his eyebrows. "To Ally?"
Isaac clicks his tongue off the roof of his mouth and shifts against the jeep. "Oh…you heard that?" And then he rolls his eyes because honestly, dumbass, Scott's not the one with fucked up senses thanks to wolfsbane, of course he heard it.
Scott chuckles and nods his head, running his nose over the bridge of Isaac's.
"You are as long as you want to be." He whispers, running his hand through Scott's hair and resting his palm along the back of his neck. His fingers play with a few whisps of hair kissing the collar of his shirt.
He scrunches his nose, making Isaac smirk. "I guess. I mean, it doesn't sound like I have much of a choice if you're going to be walking around calling me your boyfriend."
Isaac playfully glares at him and pokes Scott in his side where he knows his most ticklish spot is, right under his ribs…and Scott squirms, gasps at the sensation and laughs, trying to swat Isaac's hand away but almost powerless against him as he keeps doing it.
Finally he stops and Scott lets his body collapse slightly against him, panting a little before closing his eyes and nosing his shoulder.
"Jerk."
He hums, kissing the back of Scott's neck. "Whatever."
They pull away, just a little bit, as Lydia and Stiles come out of the front door followed by Allison and her duffel bag. Stiles rolls his eyes as he sees the pair and points at them.
"Enough, you two look like puppies." But there's enough of amusement in his voice to not take him seriously and Scott just smiles into Isaac's shoulder before pulling back completely to pile into the jeep for their long ride home.
0o0o0o0o0
There is a silent agreement amongst the jeep to take the longer route home. Isaac wants to speak up and say something about how he's grateful that they're trying to avoid the tunnel so he doesn't have another claustrophobia induced panic attack but no one's one in the mood to talk much anyways. He offers to drive most of the time so people can sleep; he isn't as tired as much as the others are. He thinks it might have something to do with the wolfsbane finally flushing from his system, his full strength returning in every sense of the word.
Besides, if they take turns driving they won't have to stop at a motel to spend money they don't have to sleep and spend extra time off the road. Scott had called his mother about an hour ago telling her they'd be getting home a bit later than usual, which was fine with her. Her only request was to make it home safe, tell Stiles to fill up the tank of his jeep properly and to ruffle Isaac's hair. Scott had kissed his cheek instead and Isaac blushed for three long awful minutes afterwards.
When he glances back into the rearview mirror pulling into a gas station, Stiles is snoring against the window and Allison has fallen asleep on Scott who is pressed against the other door. For once in this entire trip he's surprised when he doesn't feel something like jealousy curl up in his belly, disturbing his wolf. He waits for it to come, anticipates it—but nothing happens. His eyes flicker back and forth to the two of them, Scott curled up in his lacrosse hoodie that he'd found in the bottom of Isaac's bag that he'd packed (though he has to admit, he sort of likes the idea of his last name advertised on Scott's back) while Allison rests against his side with her head on his shoulder. Her hair has fallen into her face and flutters a little everytime she lets a breath out of her nose.
Lydia has been the only one up and next to him as he drove the miles to the gas station. They didn't really talk much, mostly just played a silent war with the radio, Isaac changing the station every time Lydia found a song she liked and she doing the same when he found one he could bounce his thumbs off the steering wheel to. They discuss college briefly, even though it feels eons away, wonders what both of them will do after they graduate. Isaac sort of wants to become a vet; he's already talked to Deaton about maybe picking up some shifts at the clinic. Ever since that day he came in and took the pain away from that dog he can't get the life choice out of his head. If Lydia has a plan for after college and her career she doesn't share but he's sure she has one, she doesn't seem like the type to not have a five year plan. He hadn't pushed her to share, he's was just glad for the company and the lapse in silence as he drove.
Isaac doesn't move to wake anyone as he gets out of the jeep, glancing back at Scott once again before nodding to Lydia that he's going into the convenience store. There's something—he can't quite put his finger on it or can't draw the right word from his brain to rest on his tongue—almost comforting to the way Scott is curled up against the door with Allison against him. It's weird, he's not happy that she's ended up there on accident, that the turns of the jeep had moved her body to rest against her ex-boyfriends but he's not upset about it either. Because he and Isaac have given up on gray, they've moved into the cream color of white and Scott is wearing his hoodie and he smells like Isaac and his wolf revels in the sensation of possessiveness because for the first time in a long time Scott really feels like his.
So Allison can curl up against Scott in her sleep all she wants because it doesn't change that proud fact beating like a drum behind his sternum, sinking into the valves of his heart, running in the veins of his wolf.
Isaac runs his fingers through his curls before turning to go into the store, needing to grab a coffee for Scott and pay for a tank of gas at the pump. His eyes glaze over the selection of coffee, scrunching his nose as the dark roast too incredibly burnt for him and fills up a cup of vanilla bean. He adds sugar and cream like Scott likes with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top before closing the lid and glances up to look out the window. Stiles is falling, literally, out of the jeep when Lydia opens his door and Scott and Allison are talking to one another as they pull apart and get out to stretch. He watches with interest as Scott raises his arms above his head and the hoodie, slightly bigger on him because of Isaac's long form, barely reveals a hint of skin at his hipbones.
He clears his throat and looks down at the cup, stealing a sip out of it as he runs his thumb along the lid and thinks about the dark caramel skin of Scott's hipbones. He knows now is probably not the best time to contemplate running his teeth over the same area, peppering kisses as he goes, but now that the thought is there it won't go away. Like a really annoying song worming through your brain and echoing in your ears for days. Isaac thinks about sex a lot, it's kind of unavoidable seeing as how he's a teenage boy. He's been thinking about having sex with Scott though a lot more recently. Sex in general is a new concept to him, he's never really been with anyone other than Scott—there have been flings, sure. Especially after he was turned and Erica and him had been on overdrive in terms of sensory overload; they had done things together but it still wasn't sex. Scott, he's sure, is not a stranger when it comes to sex and he has no doubt he was a perfect gentleman every time he was in bed with Allison.
But still…sex with guys; that had to be a new thing for the both of them.
Isaac's pretty sure they're not ready for that yet anyway, they've both just managed to accept their relationship in front of their friends and they still have to tell Scott's mom and…he swallows, Derek. But still, that doesn't stop him from thinking about it…rather constantly when given the momentum.
His ears perk when he hears his name as Allison and Scott get closer to the glass door, Scott reaching forward to open it for her to walk through. She nods her head and bites her lower lip, leaning to kiss Scott's cheek before moving towards the bathroom.
Isaac swallows and watches her go as Scott sighs and approaches him, sticking his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. He gently tugs on the right string that's hanging out of the hood, letting it rest against the white lettering on Scott's chest that spells out BEACON HILLS LACROSSE before tilting his head to the side.
"What was that about?"
Scott's hair is mussed up from when he fell asleep and Isaac's fingers twitch to straighten out the locks. "She apologized for what she said about you at the lake, you know…about you being dangerous and a threat to my mom?"
"Trust me, I remember it well."
"Well that's what you get for eavesdropping." Scott points out, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as Isaac rolls his eyes. "She was just trying to look out for me."
"Because she's still in love with you." Isaac counters, turning to look at the selection of snacks behind him. He waits for him to deny it but Scott doesn't. Instead he comes up behind him and wraps his arms around Isaac's waist, burying his face in the back of his shoulder for a moment.
Scott breathes him in for a long moment before reaching past him to grab a bag of Fritos. "Even if she still was, it wouldn't matter. I'm kind of into someone else." Isaac looks down at him and the shorter smiles, nuzzling his nose into the side of his jaw. "Kind of really into him."
He smiles slowly and shakes his head. "Anyone I know?"
"Just this really tall and hot lacrosse player," He pulls away and points to the LAHEY spelled out across his back before grabbing the cup of coffee in Isaac's hand. "You've probably seen him play a few times."
Isaac smirks and watches Scott sip from the cup, fingering a bag of M&Ms with interest. He grabs the bag along with the Fritos and walks up to the counter to pay for everything. Isaac fishes out a twenty from his wallet and sets it down on the counter, remembering to mention the gas at pump seven, as Scott hovers, taking slow sips from his coffee. Allison comes out of the restroom and glides past them, giving them both a small smile before disappearing outside.
Scott grabs onto Isaac's hand as they leave. "What was the kiss about?" He asks, can't help it.
The other wolf smiles softly into the lid of his cup before taking a slow sip, looking up at Isaac as they walk back to the jeep.
"Saying goodbye."
0o0o0o0o0
They make one more stop to stretch their legs before driving the final miles home, they're about two hours away from Beacon Hills and Isaac has a crick in his lower back from the driver's seat. Scott's fingers are pressing against the muscle, massaging him gently as he watches Stiles and Allison argue about who should drive. Night is falling upon them again and Isaac watches a streetlight flicker on and off down the road, bugs buzzing and bouncing off of the heated surface only to return to it seconds later. He's glad that they've opted to just drive straight through in shifts, the ride home seemingly a lot quicker and smoother than up to the cabin.
He's about to just settle the argument brewing in front of him with that he'll just drive the rest of the way but Allison shakes her head at Stiles and grabs the keys from Isaac's fingers.
"I'm driving."
Stiles swipes them right back and dangles them in front of her face. "No, you're not."
She stands and puts her hands on her hips, looking towards the trunk of the jeep. "A portable crossbow says I am."
He scoffs and laughs at the same time, looking over at Isaac and Scott like he's sure that Allison isn't being serious…but he's not greeted with the most assured expressions. Scott raises his eyebrows and lets a long breath out of his mouth before shrugging his shoulder and Isaac rubs the back of his neck.
"I don't think any of us are beyond shooting you at this point, Stiles." He points out, just wanting to be home already.
Allison smiles and crosses her arms over her chest before extending her hand, giving Stiles a pointed look…who suddenly looks very nervous as he drops the keys into her open palm. "Well…alright then."
Scott looks more than pleased at the prospect of curling up against Isaac in the back seat and nearly yanks him into the jeep and closes the door behind them as everyone else settles in. He works his tall frame into the seat, positioning himself against the car door before opening his arm for Scott to lean into his side. Scott doesn't hesitate; he wraps his arm around his waist and nuzzles his face into his shoulder, breathing him in. He rests his arm long his shoulders, squeezing the shorter into his chest before pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Scott is kind of something he'd like to call a cuddle whore. It doesn't matter whether they're home alone watching a movie on the couch or in his room on his bed studying for science, or when they're in the back of Stiles' jeep as Allison starts the engine and pulls them back onto the road. Scott will find his way to close the gap, to work his way into his side, to press his face into his shoulder or neck or curls depending on the angle. Not that he's complaining, he sort of likes it in a not so secret way, his heart speeds up as Scott's nose brushes against his pulse point. He runs his fingers through the shorter's hair and licks his lips before letting out a long sigh.
"I'm not going to be able to sleep if your pulse keeps doing the conga in your neck." Scott murmurs into his skin, tickling a little as his breath speckles against his pores.
"Then stop doing that." Isaac whispers back, smiling down at him before brushing his lips along the bridge of his nose.
Scott looks over at Stiles who's grumbling against the other window beside them, Lydia and Allison chatting in the front seat as one of them finds something to listen to on the radio before repositioning his head on Isaac's collarbone.
"Do you think Ally is doing okay?"
Isaac shrugs his shoulder, unsure, his cell phone burning a hole through his pocket as he thinks about how it still hasn't received any messages from the girl letting them know what happened.
He shifts against his chest, leaning up a little so he can kiss the side of Isaac's mouth to gain his attention. "You know what happened with Charlie wasn't your fault, right?"
"I know, I just wish I could have talked him down like Ally. Or…done something, I don't know."
Scott traces circles into Isaac's thigh with his fingers, his human nails grazing the fabric of his jeans. "You saved her." 'In more ways than one' is unspoken, hanging in the air between them and the amount of pride emulating from Scott warms his entire body, like a giant blanket settling and wrapping up his limbs.
Isaac smiles, feeling blush heat up the back of his neck under his collar. He dips his head forward, brushing his nose into the other's hair as Scott repositions himself against his chest to get more comfortable. He closes his eyes again, his thumb working circles into Isaac's side and as he drifts off his movements get slower and slower until they're practically nonexistent.
He leans down and kisses the spot above Scott's ear before whispering, "You know you saved me."
His words go unanswered but that doesn't make them any less true.
0o00o0o
They're home for a week before Scott declares while brushing his teeth that he wants to tell his mom about them, or more like, he has to or he's going to explode. And that's a direct quote. Isaac just sort of smirks and spits the paste out of his mouth and into the sink as Scott gurgles before doing the same and hands him the hand towel when he's finished with it.
"Are you sure?" Isaac asks because they've sort of been down this road before (rather literally, thanks to that road trip to the cabin) and he wants to make sure this is actually what Scott wants. Because it's not like he can take it back after it's all said and done.
Scott nods incessantly. "She found out that I was a werewolf the wrong way, I want this to be done right. I want to tell her, not have her find out about it second hand."
Isaac smiles softly and nods his head after him as Scott passes to go into his bedroom to change out of his pajamas; ever since they got back from the cabin Scott has been more open about their relationship with one another, especially at school. It's a nice change compared to before they left, how public they are with touches, hand holding and small kisses between classes and lunch. Ironically, they can be more open at school than they are at home, and that's what Isaac thinks is really getting to the other werewolf. Home is a place where he shouldn't have to hide behind walls and closed doors, he wants to make this really official and his heart beats a mile a minute just thinking about it.
Scott wants to tell his mom. He wants to tell the person who is allowing Isaac to stay here and live and eat their food and use their washing machine and drink their coffee and—
Scott must hear the beats speed up because he glances up at him as he stands at his dresser taking a few shirts out. "You okay?"
Isaac clears his throat and nods, goes to sit on the other's bed to watch him a moment. "I uhm, I just…" He rubs the back of his neck and Scott moves closer, stands at the foot of the bed and works on a navy blue t-shirt. Isaac has to regulate his breathing anyways because wow, does he look good in blue.
"I'm just thinking about…what if your mom doesn't like it and she—" It call comes out in a rush. "Kicks me out I have no idea where I could go, if I got to Derek's smelling like you he's going to know I've been living here and that I've shifted alphas and…"
He's thrown off by Scott laughing. He's not laughing at him, per say, he's just sort of chuckling, the sound breathy as he shakes his head and sits down next to the taller teen, putting a hand on his thigh.
"Whoa, just…slow down." He rubs a circle into his knee. "My mom is not going to kick you out." Isaac doesn't feel convinced; he's not used to good things staying constant in his life. He expects the other shoe to drop; he just doesn't know when it's going to happen. And that for some reason makes it worse.
Scott turns his body to face him and takes both of his hands in his and squeezes. "Isaac, I'm serious." He tilts his head to get the other's attention, who is trying to avoid Scott's eyes. "You know my mom, while she might be a little surprised…seeing as how she has no idea that I like guys, that's not going to force her to make you go anywhere."
He swallows and bites his lower lip, nodding his head gently.
"I mean it, I won't let that happen."
Isaac lets out a dry laugh that's filled with relief, looking up at Scott and finally finding those warm coffee colored brown eyes with his own blue ones. "My dad…he would kill me." He says softly, completely serious. "If he found out about us. He'd shove me in that freezer and never let me out again."
His voice must catch because Scott leans forward and hooks an arm around his shoulders, bringing him into his chest in a bone crushing hug. He tenses for several moments before eventually melting into the other's embrace, his eyes slipping closed as he breathes in Scott's cologne and soap. He feels his fingers press into the top of his spine, working their way down his back until he completely relaxes, his hand moving to work itself into the curls of his hair before pulling away.
"You don't have to worry about something like that ever happening anymore." He rests his forehead against Isaac's. "No one is going to touch you like that again."
Isaac can hear the firmness in Scott's voice; can hear the alpha tone even though he's not trying to give some sort of command. But a shiver nonetheless works its way down his vertebras and he believes him.
"Okay." He says softly, because he's not sure what else to say.
Scott sighs and pulls back, his one hand falling to hold onto one of his as the other plays with some curls near his ear. "Can I ask you something?" Isaac looks up at him and nods. "What would…your mom think? Of this?" He motions to the space between the both of them with the hand that's holding onto his fingers.
He swallows, looking down as Scott's thumb runs over his knuckles. They've never really talked about his mom before. It's implied that his father ruined her life; drove her to drink and smoke too much and eventually die of a disease that could have been prevented.
"My mom died when I was little but…" He remembers how her perfume smells and the way her hair would shine when the sunlight peaked through the white lace window curtains of her bedroom. "She'd probably just smile this…proud smile that told me I was doing something right and call me bumble bee."
Scott smiles. "Bumble bee?"
Isaac laughs softly and bites his lower lip. "Yeah," He feels blush creep onto his cheeks. "I've never told anyone that before."
Scott's glad he told him, he can feel the respect that Isaac's shared something so personal with him in his touches as he leans forward and kisses his blush stained cheekbone. He swallows and turns his head, hooks a finger under the other's chin and brings him closer to kiss him in earnest. Their lips slowly mesh together as their heartbeats pick up and Scott's happiness distinctly smells like fresh pancakes as it mixes with his own.
0o0o0o0o
They decide to make dinner that night for Melissa to tell her about them…or rather, Isaac decides to make dinner and Scott sits on the counter and watches him cook. It's not like it's anything special, they don't have a large amount of time to make anything from scratch because Mrs. McCall will be done with her hospital shift in a half hour so box pasta and jarred spaghetti sauce seems like the way to go.
"What's your favorite thing to cook?" Scott asks, kicking his legs a little as he watches Isaac stir the pasta into the boiling water on the stove.
He shrugs his shoulder and turns to look at him. "Depends, I guess. I love making…desserts and stuff. Like pie or cupcakes."
Scott groans like he might pass out from a sugar induced coma that hasn't even happened yet. "Dude, cupcakes. Make me cupcakes."
Isaac chuckles and sets the spoon down next to the pot, turning to look at him. "What kind of cupcakes?"
"Any kind," Scott hums. "A cupcake is a cupcake."
He moves to the counter where Scott is sitting to open the jar of tomato sauce, unscrewing the lid easily before looking up at him. "I can make these chocolate ones with cream cheese icing."
"Stop talking." He puts a hand over his midsection. "My stomach is going to start eating itself. I'm ravenous." Scott jumps down from the counter and goes to the fridge, reaching inside for a can of soda.
"Oh, is that the word of the day Mr. SAT?" He flicks an uncooked penne noodle at Scott's back and snorts when it hits him in the back of the neck, causing the other's shoulders to flinch.
Scott rubs the back of his neck and sets the can down, closing the fridge door with his foot. He playfully glares at his boyfriend and picks up the noodle, catapulting it back at him but Isaac easily catches it in the air before it can land on its target.
"Yeah," Scott slides up closer and hooks his fingers through Isaac's belt hoops, tugging him into his body before crowding him back into the counter. "It's can be used like an adjective," He kisses Isaac's neck and his head falls back slightly. "an adverb," Scott nips at his throat, his teeth grazing his Adam's apple. Isaac shivers. "Or a noun."
Scott leans up on his toes and presses his body into Isaac's as he presses their lips together in a fast, heated kiss, his hands traveling along the taller's shoulders and squeezing the muscles behind his collar bone. His fingers quickly rake through his curls as Isaac's hands settle on Scott's waist, his thumbs dipping into the waistband of his jeans and yanking him closer so that their semi-hard cocks brush through the fabric. A soft moan sounds deep in Scott's throat, making Isaac's stomach flutter—and they nearly forget all about dinner and miss the sound of the front door opening.
"Boys," Scott's eyes shoot open and they fly apart so quickly that Isaac nearly knocks the open jar of spaghetti sauce all over the floor. His mouth hangs ajar in surprise as he turns to see Melissa standing in the doorway, a sly smile on her face as she glances between the two of them, not looking surprised in the slightest. "If you're going to make out in the kitchen at least don't do it with the stove on."
She moves to head down the hall, her voice carrying and vibrating with an amused tone against the wall.
"You don't need an excuse to burn something in the kitchen, Scott!"
Scott groans and Isaac nearly smiles at the dark maroon blush covering his boyfriend's cheekbones, lightly touching it with his fingertips as the shorter buries his face in his shoulder to hide his embarrassment.
0o0o0o0
Dinner is quiet and more awkward than Isaac could have ever imagined it could be. The dinners at the McCall house were always something he looked forward to. Warm smiles and lots of interesting stories from Melissa about the hospital and asking them how school's going and Scott going into detail about a movie trailer he saw on TV or something Stiles is up to that his mom just shakes his head at and looks displeased. But tonight it's silent, a few comments about dinner and how Melissa's shift went and then Isaac is standing to help clear away the dishes.
"Dinner was good, thank you Isaac for doing that. You know you didn't have to."
"Scott helped." Isaac offers instead, sharing a small smile with Melissa as they both know that 'Scott helping' consists of stirring stuff and trying not to destroy anything in the kitchen.
"I'm sure he did," She smiles and shakes her head when Isaac tries to take her plate. "Why don't you sit a minute, I'm assuming this dinner was for a reason."
Scott clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck. "Well it was but…how long…you just…" He motions to the hallway where she had caught them in the kitchen. "You already knew."
Isaac picks up on waves of disappointment but it's not coming from Mrs. McCall. He looks over at Scott who has his head bowed, using his fork to push around noodles on his plate. Scott feels bad for not telling his mother sooner, before she could find out. That had been the whole point of this meal, so his mom could find out about him and Isaac so it didn't look like he was intentionally trying to keep something from her. He reaches his hand under the table to rest gently on Scott's knee, squeezing before massaging his thumb into the outside of his thigh, trying to calm quickened heartbeats and the bitter taste of how bad he feels in the back of his throat.
"Scott, honey," Melissa's voice is warm and coated with honey. "You're not exactly the most discreet person when it comes to how you feel about someone. When you were with Allison it was like it was written all over your face, how happy you were."
Scott glances at Isaac and he gives him a small smile, squeezing his knee again as Melissa leans back in her chair and looks between the two of them.
"Your breakup with Allison was hard on you…but then Isaac started living here and you didn't seem so broken up about it like before. You were happy; I knew something must have changed."
"I am," He smiles softly and the disappointment disappears, replaced with relief and hesitant happiness. "But still, I mean…that shift could have been anything," Scott points out, leaning forward a little and placing his hand on top of Isaac's that's still resting on his knee. "How did you know I liked Isaac?"
Melissa just laughs and shrugs her one shoulder. "Mom powers." She smirks and gives them this look like it's something they'll never understand. And then she also leans forward, a teasing glint in her eye. "And let's just say that wasn't the first time I caught you making out, okay?"
Scott's eyes widen to the point where Isaac thinks they're going to pop out of his head and a choked noise leaves his throat as that blush returns to caramel colored skin of his cheeks.
"Isaac," He turns to look at Mrs. McCall, swallowing as he nods his head that he's paying attention. "This seems to be a no brainer to me but…you're still welcome here."
Now its Scott's turn to squeeze Isaac's hand as relief completely floods his system. It's not that hearing it from Scott wasn't a reassurance but listening to the exact same words leave Melissa's mouth is extremely comforting.
"But I hope you both know I'm still enforcing separate sleeping arrangements."
"But mom…" Scott whines, the sound doing something it really shouldn't right now beneath Isaac's boxer briefs.
"I have to be a responsible parent, Scott; don't make me break out the chore wheel." She points at her son and his mouth snaps closed like magic. Isaac hides a chuckle in his napkin. "Separate sleeping arrangements," She repeats. "Unless something happens in the middle of the night, understood?"
Scott's not the only one who's heard Isaac scream from vicious nightmares and because of that the deal Melissa is offering seems fair enough. He's not out on the street with her discovery that her son is not only dating another werewolf but also someone he lives with and when she's at work the two of them can share a bed as often as they want.
It sounds more than fair actually and Isaac is nodding his head as Scott taps his fingers off the table in silent agreement.
"Good, think you two can handle cleaning the kitchen up?"
They both nod their heads and Melissa smiles as she stands, moving across the room to kiss Scott's cheek and ruffle Isaac's hair before going upstairs.
"I think that went well." Isaac comments, smirking at the still dark pink blush on Scott's cheeks.
Scott rolls his eyes but a soft amused smile tugs at the ends of his mouth before he throws a noodle covered in sauce at Isaac's nose.
O0o0o0o0
They stay up till two watching really awful horror movies with the volume down low, pausing every so often to work on Biology homework for next week so they're not bombarded by the time Sunday rolls around. He's just glad that tomorrow (technically today) is Saturday because he just wants to sleep in past seven, regardless of the amazing breakfasts that Mrs. McCall always puts together when they have to get up for school. When Isaac yawns for the seventh time trying to explain the balance between some of the elements on the periodic table, Scott declares it's time for bed and pushes the books and notes aside to kiss him square on the mouth.
He returns it halfheartedly, smiling sleepily at him before collecting his things to go to the guest bedroom. Scott wasn't exactly making leaving any easier and he knows if hadn't tried to get out of there while he could he just wouldn't have left. While Mrs. McCall is a sweetheart and incredibly warm spirited, he's seen her angry and scold Scott a few times and he does not want that wrath turned on either of them because they couldn't follow her 'separate bedroom' rule.
Isaac slowly closes his bedroom door with his foot and drops his books near his book bag that's sitting by his closet. He takes off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground near his nightstand before crawling into bed, lying on his stomach as he pushes his arms underneath his pillow and easily falls asleep to the sound of Scott's heartbeat next door.
0o0o0o0o
He's not sure how long he's managed to fall asleep but he's awoken to the sound of his door slowly creaking open and soft padded footsteps making their way to his bed after the door closes again. Isaac's usually not that much of a heavy sleeper compared to Scott and he can tell instantly that it's him by the carefully placed footsteps, the smell of his skin and the gentle thumps of his heartbeat. Something must be wrong for him to be awake and sneaking into his room.
"Scott?" He asks, his voice is thick with sleep as he sits up and rubs his one eye with a closed fist. "What's wrong?" Scott says nothing as he crawls into bed with him, the taller shifting to make room for his body. "Are you okay?"
Scott hums and melts into the side of his body, his arm sliding across his naked torso. "I am now."
Isaac rolls his eyes and tries to shift, pushes his body into Scott's like he might throw him out of bed. "What are you doing? If your mom catches you in here…"
"She said if something happened in the middle of the night then she'd be okay with it." He breathes against Isaac's throat. "Well…I had a nightmare."
He hesitates a moment, not sure if Scott is telling the truth or not. He hones in on the beats of his heart, tentatively runs his fingers through the other's hair as Scott's leg sneaks in-between his own, angling their bodies closer. Scott squeezes Isaac around his waist and sighs; peppering light kisses along his collar bone as he brings the blankets up over their shoulders.
"There were clowns, a lot of them Isaac and we just…we really shouldn't have watched IT before going to bed, okay?" Isaac doesn't mean to laugh but a few chuckles escape his lips as Scott's fingers dig into his side. "It's not funny! Clowns can kill people."
He brushes his lips over Scott's forehead. "You can't stay in here."
Scott huffs, tickling Isaac's side a little before relenting. "Are you really going to kick me out of bed when I came to you all…freaked out and vulnerable?" He asks him but Isaac can already tell that this is going somewhere past the point that Scott's just afraid to return to his dark room all by himself.
He licks his lips as he feels Scott's knee graze against his cock, the boy's hips sliding into his own as his mouth nips at his throat. He glares into the dark but it's really meant for the cock tease with a smile like sunshine who's currently starting to create hickies on his neck.
"I hate you."
Scott grinds forward and groans softly as he feels Isaac start to harden against him. "Trust me, you do not." He smirks.
Isaac grunts softly as Scott switches his position, moving his body to settle on top of him. He's pushing back the covers, kissing down Isaac's chest and nipping at skin with his teeth as his thumbs circle and press and knead his skin along his sides.
"Man, your mom." He hisses, and wow okay, that's really not what he should be thinking about right now. But it's not like that sort of responsibility isn't slipping further out of his grasp the longer Scott's lips stay in contact with his skin.
The shorter hesitates as his nose dips into his belly button, looking up at him with a slow grin, his lips a darker shade of pink from suckling at along his hipbones and under his ribcage.
"I guess you'll just have to figure out a way to be really, really quiet."
Isaac really wants to protest, honestly he does, but he finds that all the words he's going to say slip under his tongue and hide behind a soft moan that makes its way out of his lips as Scott starts kissing around his stomach.
He bites his lip as Scott encourages him to lean up and he does so with shaky legs, the muscles in his thighs burning in anticipation as he spreads his knees after the shorter yanks his sweats and boxers down to his ankles. He runs his hand through Scott's hair, stomach fluttering as he feels a slow speckle of heat brush against his hardening cock.
He waits—but nothing happens and he leans up on his elbows to look down at Scott as his brown eyes meet his blue ones.
"Can I…?" Scott trails off, swallowing, his lips pressing a kiss into the soft skin of his inner thigh near his knee.
Isaac looks at him a long moment, confused as to what's he's asking permission because he's only ever done that once. The first time they did stuff together Scott made sure everything he did was okay with Isaac before he did it. Sure, they had only really done stuff with hands and lips but it had still been new territory for the both of them and… oh, oh. Scott's asking permission because he wants to do something new.
He swallows thickly, not sure what Scott wants to do exactly but nods his head regardless. "I trust you." Is all Isaac says and that seems to be what Scott wants to hear because he grins and surges forward, pressing their lips together in a fast and heated kiss.
Fingers press into the waist band of Scott's sweatpants and he tugs the material down before fisting the fabric of his shirt. The unspoken words between the clicks of their teeth and the meshing of their tongues, short puffs of air between their mouths convey that the shorter still has too many clothes on. He leans up on Isaac's form, working his shirt and pants off as quickly as he can, throwing them to the ground to join their mouths again as Scott's hands squeeze his shoulders. Isaac gasps as their cocks brush, his member hard and already leaking against his stomach. His hands wander and grab at Scott's ass, massaging his skin between his fingers as Scott moves his lips to much more desired location at the nape of his neck. His teeth sink in, branding the area with little red marks of ownership that unfortunately won't stay for long.
Isaac freezes when he hears a clutter to his right, for a heart attack of a moment he thinks Mrs. McCall might be awake but when he turns his head he sees Scott opening the drawer of his nightstand. And oh. He's not sure if he's more embarrassed or amused that Scott knows there's a small bottle of lube in there.
"How did you…"
Now it's Scott's turn to blush. "Uh, well…I mean, werewolf hearing."
"Have you been eavesdropping on me, McCall?" Isaac grinds up into him, making the other's eyes snap shut as a low growl builds in his chest.
Isaac reaches down and slides his palm against Scott's cock pressed into his stomach, pre-cum dripping onto torso.
Scott bites his lip hard and rolls his hips down into Isaac's hand. "Maybe I like hearing you fuck yourself, Lahey."
He nearly chokes on the sound coming out of his mouth and Scott has to rush and put a hand to his mouth to silence the noise, smiling wildly down at him as he rests his forehead against his own.
"Shh," He pulls his hand back and kisses the tips of Isaac's nose with rather smitten smirk and slides down his body, uncapping the lube.
Scents suddenly spike up in the room, rushing towards Isaac all at once with an incredibly pungency that he has to scrunch his nose. He picks up hints of Scott's arousal and the pure excitement over the intimacy and exploring something new but there's also a heavy amount of nervousness rolling off the shorter's shoulders. He breathes out, keeps his own heartbeat in check in terms of being anxious himself and gathers the sheets between his fingers as he spreads his legs a little more and waits.
His nervousness is drowned out when he feels Scott's mouth kissing along the inside of his thighs, his nose brushing the bottom of his balls before the tip of his cock is encased in the damp heat of the other's mouth. His hips roll on their own volition, Scott's hands stilling his movements as he pulls back with a silent pop.
He groans softly, runs a hand over his face as he hears a generous amount of lube squeezed onto Scott's fingers. It takes a few very long, very agonizing moments, Scott's probably being a fucking gentleman and rolling the substance between his fingertips so it's not cold when he touches him. Isaac's eyes nearly roll back into his head as Scott takes him deep into his mouth and his fingers press ever so tentatively right there at his opening.
He whimpers, presses against Scott's fingers, urges him to continue as his tongue slides down the vein on the underside of his cock. His fingers fist his hair and tugs gently, provoking him to press his fingers harder against Isaac's ring of muscles, his legs opening wider at the sensation.
Isaac knows that they really don't have a lot of time to do this, that even if they heard Melissa coming a mile away they still wouldn't have time to pull apart and get dressed. So he closes his eyes and settles into the feeling of Scott pressing against him, the feeling of his mouth working its way onto his cock again as his one finger slowly pushes into him.
He adjusts easily and he can tell Scott is waiting—waiting, waitingwaiting to make sure Isaac is okay before he continues, his mouth gently blowing against the tip of his cock. Isaac glances down at him, their eyes connect briefly; Scott's eyes are lidded, his pupils blown, his lips are red and wet from sucking on his cock and he can tell he's slowly swiveling his hips into the mattress for any type of friction. He runs his fingers through his hair, tugs gently, biting his lip as his hips slide down. He wants more.
Scott smirks softly and pulls his finger out and in a few more times before adding a second finger, turning his wrist slowly so the back of his hand is level with the bed. When he starts moving his hand, Isaac's back nearly arches off the bed and built up groan crawls up his throat. He's never felt anything like this before, even when doing it to himself, the sensation of Scott's fingers gently curling inside of him as his mouth works on the tip of his cock—holy fuck. He's not going to last much longer. He's either going to cum or moan his name so loud that he gives them away.
"Fuck Scott—" tumbles out of his mouth as quiet as it can possibly be and Scott hollows out his cheeks as he finds a quickened pace, every thrust of Isaac's hips into his hand making the tips of Scott's fingers brush against a bundle of nerves.
Scott can tell that he's close, he leans his body into the thrust of his fingers, teases at a sweet spot that makes Isaac want to unravel, a bundle of frayed wires and fuck he's so soclose. One more twist of the other's wrist and snap of his hips, Scott's lips sucking the head of his cock and his back arches as he cums so hard that he nearly sees pure white.
He has to bite his hand to keep the noise inside of himself, little pathetic whimpers making their way past his lips as he pants hard, his orgasm riding out in waves. He pulls his hand back after a moment and yanks Scott up against him, reaches down to grip the other's hard on not too gently at all. Scott hisses and moans softly against Isaac's mouth, the taller moaning at the taste of himself on his lips and tongue as he kisses him deep and strokes him against his stomach.
His movements are jerky and quick but Scott doesn't need a lot of motivation to cum hard all over Isaac's lower chest, murmuring his name into his mouth as they kiss and nip at one another's lips. The air settles around them, the room smells like sex and sweat and the sweetness of their endorphins encircling their bodies. He can hear the grandfather clock slowly tick downstairs, the water dripping into the sink in the bathroom, Scott's heartbeat returning to normal as he breathes deep and slow, Melissa's heartbeat as she sleeps soundly and the walls of the house settling.
Isaac swallows, kisses Scott's lower lip, cups the side of his face and rests his forehead against his for a long moment. He can feel how shaky the other's thighs are, his muscles barely holding him up as he hovers over Isaac's body, not wanting to mesh their sweat slicked skin and cum that's streaked around his belly button together.
"Let's clean up." He says gently and Scott nods, carefully moving out of bed to rush over to the spare bathroom connected to the room. He throws a hand towel at Isaac, who catches it easily, and begins to pat the sweat off his face.
They wipe down their bodies, get dressed and strip the bed. Isaac throws the dirty sheets in his laundry while Scott puts an extra set of clean ones on that he's pulled from hall closet. Isaac gets into bed the moment the sheets are in place and hikes the comforter up over his shoulder, smiling softly as his eyes close and he feels Scott's weight push into the mattress as he crawls in next to him. He sighs and moves towards the other wolf, shifting down to push his face into his neck. There's a musky scent wafting to his nose as he presses a kiss into his shoulder, Scott humming gently as he wraps an arm around him to draw him closer.
"Was that…was it okay?" Scott asks a moment later, his voice vibrating against the shell of his ear.
Isaac yawns, fighting to stay awake. He smirks though at Scott's hesitant question, nods his head into his neck. "I'm pretty sure there are stains on your sheets to answer your question."
Scott smiles and rolls his eyes. "We'll sneak them into the wash tomorrow when my mom's at work."
"Oh, shit, your mom—" Isaac mutters, lips moving quickly against the other's skin. "You know you can't stay here." But his words are fading quickly, Scott squeezing him into his warm body as his hand travels up and down his back.
He snorts. "I know, I know. Five more minutes."
"Four minutes and fifty-three seconds, McCall."
But Isaac's asleep before he counts the time out.
0o0o0o
A clap of thunder awakens Isaac from a deep sleep. The first thing he notices is that it's raining and the thunder is loud in its wake, wind whipping the trees gently back and forth as lightening lights up the guest bedroom through the window. The second is that his body is ridiculously tangled up with Scott's; their legs are pretzeled between one another's, Scott's arm is wrapped around his back up under his shirt and Isaac has his face pressed into the other's chest. He can feel him taking in long breaths, in and out, the air puffing out of his lungs and warmly brushing through the curls in his hair.
He could seriously get used to waking up with Scott curled around him.
His heart nearly jumps into his throat, however, when he hears the door crack open. Fuck. Mrs. McCall—he obviously fell asleep before he had made sure Scott went back to his room. And now here they were, clearly breaking a rule she had set into motion for a reason. He freezes, his entire body tenses up and he swears that the rapid beating of his heart is going to wake up Scott—he waits for her to start yelling but—
nothing comes.
He slowly opens his eyes and glances towards the door; Melissa is…she's smiling. She sighs, shakes her head and quietly closes the door.
The sound rouses Scott a little but he merely makes a shuffling noise and burrows his nose into Isaac's hair, breathing deep before falling back into the rhythm of sleep.
Well, they're definitely getting into trouble for that later.
But for now Scott's warm body and the seductive pull of sleep rests heavily on his eyelids. He shuts them again, pushes his face into the crook of Scott's neck, breathes deep and pushes the thought away.
He falls back asleep against Scott, listening to the echoing thunder and the rain patter against the window.
