Who, who are you really?:
"Is it okay?" Isaac asks uncertainly, watching Scott's face closely.
"Uh huh," Scott mumbles, eyes cracking open to look up at Isaac. His cheeks and the top of his chest is bright red, and he grips the back of Isaac's left arm tightly to steel himself. You watch as his eyelashes flutter closed and his lower body gives a weak jerk, a drop precum falling onto his belly, and wish he could be in you now.
"But is it good?" Isaac asks, clearly concerned by Scott's lack of response. He stills his fingers between Scott's spread legs and reaches out to stroke Scott's dick with his left hand.
Scott groans quietly, bucking his hips up, toes curling into the sheets. "Yeah, don't stop," he says, reaching blindly for Isaac. You sidle closer to lie against his side, reaching out to tilt his face towards you to kiss him. You're unbelievably turned on, but there's something about Scott's muted reactions that steer you to be gentle, even though Scott's never been particularly loud in bed before. It's clearly bothering Isaac as well, who glances up at you uncertainly from his position halfway down Scott's body.
Scott is very hot to the touch and he moans quietly into your mouth as you kiss him. He shivers as you run your hands down his sweaty chest and touch his hair, and you're just nipping at his neck when he suddenly stiffens and lets out a near silent hiss. You feel a spurt of wetness hit your wrist and look up to watch Scott's face contort in pleasure. He is ridiculously pretty like this, you think in awe.
He sags back to Isaac's new bed after a second, face going slack and you hear the slight squelching sound of Isaac's removing his fingers from his ass. Scott's legs twitch slightly, but otherwise he has no reaction, still breathing heavily.
"Oh," he says after a second, head lolling to the side onto Isaac's pillow.
"You okay?" you ask, more for Isaac's sake, really, but you're surprised at how out of it he is.
"Yeah," Scott pants, bringing his arm up to cover his sweaty face. "That was...wow."
Isaac lets out a soft snort and smirks, reaching over to wipe the semen off his stomach with a handful of Kleenx from the box next to his bed, because Isaac has absolutely no sense of shame. "Yeah? Told you."
"Yeah," Scott says, smiling tiredly, and pulls at Isaac's arm so that he lies down on his other side.
The absolute earnestness of his voice sends a frisson of heat through your already keyed up body and you shift uncomfortably, your inner thighs wet with arousal. You really, really enjoy watching them, okay?
Isaac seems to have the same reaction, because he rolls on top of Scott, rubbing his erection against the divot of Scott's hip. "Next time, you should, you know, fuck me," he murmurs in Scott's ear.
You groan low in the back of your throat, because you'd be lying if you said you haven't been thinking about that recently. A lot.
Scott takes his arm off his face and looks up at Isaac with wide eyes. "Really?" he says, starting to grin.
"Yeah," Isaac moans, forehead dropping down against Scott's shoulder as his hips continue to work against him. "That'd be hot."
Alright, that's it, you're done.
"Isaac," you groan, grabbing his shoulder. "Get over here."
Isaac pauses in his grinding and looks up at you in surprise. His eyes darken as he takes you in and nostrils flare, his lips curling into a smirk.
Gross, you think as you realize what he's smelling, feeling your insides heat up. Gross, gross, gross.
"Just..." you demand helplessly, gripping his shoulder tighter, but lacking the strength to pull him off Scott and on top of you one-handed.
Isaac looks disgustingly pleased with himself, but thankfully doesn't try to be witty and rolls over on top of you, divesting you of your bra and unbuttoning your jeans.
"C'mon," you hiss, all but sticking his hand down your pants. "Get a condom!"
Isaac groans, sliding two fingers into you, and leans over the side of his mattress to grab the condoms (in a strip hanging over the pile of textbooks he's using as a bedside table), while you kick off your jeans.
You both moan loudly when he finally pushes into you, too far gone to be quiet, and you whimper and arch up into him further when he gets a hand on your clit. God, you love sex, you think as you wrap both arms around Isaac's shoulders, hips working up to meet him. It really is the best.
"Ugh, shit, Allison," Isaac growls in your ear, wrapped his free arm around your waist, propping you up so that there's even more points of contact between your hips and he slides in deeper. You whimper and wish he had a third hand so he could touch your freaking boobs.
He starts making low desperate noises in your ear, and you hiss angrily and dig your nails into his back. "Don't you dare come before I do," you tell him.
"Trying," he grits out.
He rubs down harder on your clit and you moan, squirming helplessly in his sweaty grasp, and it's good, really good. But even as you feel your orgasm building up between your legs, you know it could be better.
"Isaac, wait, stop," you tell him, pushing his shoulders back harshly.
"What, Allison?!" he whines pathetically as you pull off him, immediately feeling cold and empty at his absence. "C'mon, I'm so clo-"
He immediately shuts up when you turn over onto your hands and knees.
"Oh, shit," Scott says reverently, and you feel your cheeks burn, not daring to look over at him.
Fortunately, Isaac jerks into action and plasters himself to your back and pushes into you without further delay.
"Yeah," you pant, widening your legs to get him deeper, his dick grinding up into you at just the right angle. "Yeah, yeah, Isaac, Isaac, can you-"
Isaac grunts, planting his right hand between your slick legs, rubbing at you firmly despite the difficulty in getting any purchase, and the left grabbing your boob and squeezing.
You squeeze your eyes shut as he thrusts into you rhythmically, and think, yes, yes, this is perfect, before pleasure starts to overpower you and your arms give way. You bury your face in his pillow and muffle your loud cry in the fabric as you come, squeezing around his dick over and over. Isaac groans loudly, thrusting sporadically and then goes still, gasping silently into your hair. He slumps onto you, pinning you to the bed, and he's heavy, but it's kind of nice him still being inside of you, and you clench around him reflexively in appreciation.
Isaac doesn't seem to like it though, and hisses, pulling out and nearly falling off the mattress, which is a twin, and therefore not made for two people, much less three.
He makes an incoherent noise against your back and settles down halfway on top of you.
"Hey," you say hoarsely, lifting your head and shaking your body a bit to unsettle him. "Isaac. You're still wearing the condom."
Isaac groans and does not move, indicating that he's planning on settling in here for the long haul, which should really not be surprising considering how much he loves sleeping on you or Scott.
You roll your eyes and turn your head towards Scott, shifting a little on your stomach to escape from Isaac's weight.
Scott has a sort of glazed over expression on his face, cheeks very red. He swallows as he watches you, and you suddenly become aware that great orgasm or not, you could totally go for another round.
You manage to extricate yourself from Isaac's body and press yourself to Scott's bare chest, throwing an arm around his waist and kissing his neck needily.
"Oh, Allison," Scott groans, shuddering at your touch, running a hand briefly through your loose hair before sliding it down to clasp your hip bone tentatively. "Should I-"
"Yesss," you hiss, and hide your face in his neck when he slides his hand between your legs. Scott always touches you gently, rubbing over every part of you, unlike Isaac, who is fairly straightforward. Usually it makes you impatient, but for some reason it really does it for you this time.
You roll him on top of you, bending your legs at the knees and hugging the sides of his hips with them.
Scott kisses you feverishly, like he wants to taste every part of you, and breaks away to kiss down your neck and chest, slipping a finger inside you.
You groan and grip his shoulder as he kisses your boobs, kneading your right nipple with his free hand. You buck up for more pressure on your clit, but he just kisses lower, his stubble brushing the sensitive skin of your belly.
"Scott," you complain to Isaac's ceiling. "Are you...will you-"
"Can I?" Scott raises his head to ask hopefully.
"Yes!" you reply, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically.
Scott smiles at you happily, sending a shock of nonsexual warmth through your chest, before leaning down between your legs and sending a quite sexual one through you with his tongue.
He's new at this, and still doesn't really know what he's doing, but it's nice. He takes direction well, though he's still too gentle, and after the second almost-orgasm thwarted by lack of pressure, you finally grab his hair and push his head down further.
You immediately let go once you realize what you've done. "Sorry!" you gasp, mortified.
Scott raises his head, mouth wet and messy. "Is it not good?" he asks with a frown.
"No, it's good," you reassure him quickly.
He doesn't look convinced, and brings your hand up to his head again. "Show me what to do," he tells you, and you feel yourself flush even further, the tops of your boobs turning red.
He leans down to suck your clit into his mouth and you close your eyes and tilt your head back onto the pillow, trying to concentrate. You curl your hand in his hair and press down lightly, moaning softly when he pushes down harder with his tongue. His fingers rub up just right and you manage to come with a gasp a couple minutes later.
Scott is red-faced and massaging his jaw when he flops down beside you, so you kind of owe it to him to return the favor. He squeaks with shock and moans while you get used to the feel of his weird foreskin in your mouth, hips quivering beneath you.
"Oh, God," he pants afterwards, while you wipe off your mouth, trying not to make a disgusted face at the bitter taste.
You can't help but smirk at his dazed expression and flop back down next to him, tracing up and down his abs mostly just because you can. Behind you, Isaac starts to snore, and you and Scott lock eyes and stifle your laughter in your hands.
"He always snores," Scott says, pulling you close to his side and glancing over your head at Isaac fondly.
"Tell me about it," you laugh, pressing your cheek to Scott's chest.
As if he heard you, Isaac grunts in his sleep and rolls over against your back. Out of the corner of your eye you see Scott grin and reach over to stroke your cheek.
"I'm really glad I'm here with you," he says earnestly.
You glance up at him, feeling your face redden. "Me too," you whisper back shyly and then hide your face in his neck quickly.
This entire thing is crazy and weird, but it works. You all like each other, want each other, and you don't see any point in giving this up. Who cares what anyone else thinks as long as you have this?
"So, um, you think Isaac meant it when he said…" Scott asks awkwardly, playing with the ends of your hair idly.
"That he wanted you to fuck him?" you ask, raising your head to grin at Scott's embarrassed expression. "Yeah, he did. Isaac's kind of a slut."
Scott frowns, clearly taking it as an insult.
"No, in a good way. You know what I mean," you explain, because he has to. They live together, and in your experience Isaac is pretty much always horny.
"Well, he's pretty...incorrigible," Scott says euphemistically.
"PSAT word of the day?" you ask him, amused.
"Last Thursday," Scott says, grinning. "You should do them with me and Isaac, they're fun."
Isaac and I, a voice that sounds eerily like your mother thinks nastily. But who cares about grammar in real life when you know how to write it in a paper? It's the only time it really counts anyway.
"Don't we only take it March?" you ask. "Also, doesn't it not really count? It's a practice test, right?"
"Yeah, but it's good for seeing how much work you need to do before you take the real thing," Scott explains. "Also, scholarships."
Shit. Of course. And now you feel like an asshole.
"They're not even that obscure, either," Scott continues with a yawn, leaning down against your head. "I knew a lot already from reading."
"I'll leave the prep for the people who actually have a chance of getting a decent score," you say pessimistically. Which doesn't include Isaac either. You wonder if Scott knows Isaac doesn't actually care about the PSAT, considering the low likelihood of him ever going to college. He has to know he's only doing it because he's never been able to say no to Scott.
"Don't say that," Scott says, looking worried. "You're smart, you just need to study more."
You do need to study more. It's just you find it very hard to care about your grades, the future. You're getting better, but it's definitely a work in progress.
"Don't worry about me," you shrug, because you don't like it when he does that. It's nice that he cares, really nice, one of the reasons why you love him, but you're starting to suspect he tries to distract himself from his own problems by worrying about everyone else's.
Wait. Love him?
No, you don't, you think automatically. You can't. You're only seventeen, much too young to know anything about romantic love. This is also only your first (or is it second?) relationship. You have no idea what you're doing. You care about him, would and have killed for him, but coming from someone with the last name Argent, that doesn't mean much.
The reminder of Gerard unsettles you, and you swallow and curl further into his chest, a familiar sick feeling in the pit of your stomach.
"Your dad still bothering you?" you ask, trying to distract yourself from the memory of pulling that trigger.
Scott is quiet for a second before he says: "Yeah," he says sourly. "He's...around."
He doesn't elaborate and you raise your head to see a pinched look of concern on his face. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"Not yet," Scott says gloomily, uncharacteristically pessimistic. "But the Sheriff's impeachment hearing is in two weeks, and I...I don't know what's going to happen. If he loses his job...I don't know what he'll do."
Here we go again, you think bitterly. Worrying about everyone else above himself.
"And Stiles's dad has always been a cop, so I don't know what he'll-"
"I don't care about Stiles's dad," you interject flatly, propping yourself up on your right arm to look down at him seriously.
"W-what?" Scott says, looking hurt and confused.
"I care about you," you tell him, and lean over him to cup his face in your hands.
Scott looks like he doesn't know what to say to that, staring up at you with wide brown eyes.
"If he's still bothering you I want to help," you tell him. I can make him go away, you don't say, because that sounds rather ominous with your track record. You and Scott haven't talked about Gerard since you've been together. You know he doesn't approve of what you did, just as you know you'd do it all over again to keep him and Isaac safe.
"Really?" Scott says in a small voice, uncertainty all over his face.
His disbelief throws you off balance, and you nod silently, momentarily lost for words.
"He shouldn't...I don't want him to...I don't want you to have to worry that he's going to come around all the time," you say awkwardly, stumbling over your words.
Scott looks like he's going to cry for a second, and reaches out to hug you tightly before you can panic properly.
"Thanks," he says softly, voice sounding a bit wet.
"I'm on your side," you tell him, shaken by his emotional response. "I'm always on your side."
Scott draws back to reverse your positions and cup your face in his hands this time. "I love you," he tells you seriously.
"I love you too," you respond, as easily as anything else.
He blinks at your quick response. "Really?" he says hesitantly, beginning to smile.
"'Course," you say, and wriggle out of his grasp to press your face to his chest, inexplicably shy all of the sudden. "Isaac loves you too, you know. We'd do anything for you."
Scott's arms tighten around you and he gives an alarming sniff after a moment.
You clutch him back, terrified at the prospect of him crying, but thankfully he quiets and you lie in silence together for a long while.
You must drift off at some point, not for long you think, and you wake up when the mattress jolts as Isaac almost falls off again.
Scott snorts with laughter, chest shaking under your body.
"What?" Isaac says defensively. "I'm all the way on the edge."
"No, I know," Scott says, adjusting you in his arms so he can turn on his side to see Isaac better, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "You're cute."
There is a long pause. "What? No," Isaac says, sounding shy and deeply embarrassed.
"Yes, you are," Scott says, only half-teasingly. You feel him reach over you to touch him. "Your hair is adorable. Also your cheekbones."
The fond, gentle way he says it makes something in the back of your mind buzz with pleasure. You love it when Scott says things like that, even though you half want to hide when you're on the receiving end of his compliments.
"You're the cute one," Isaac blurts out, cheeks probably stained dark. "Your smile is really...cute and I like your eyes. They're nice."
"Oh...that's..." Scott says, sounding mortified, arm tightening around you.
"Also, you have a great ass," Isaac adds, sounding much more confident about this.
"You're, like, pretty, though," Scott insists quickly. "Your mouth and your eyelashes are so long. Dude, you're totally the cute one. "
"No, with your jaw and your...your face? You're the cute one."
Are they seriously arguing over this?
"Nuh uh, those cheekbones don't lie." A pause. "My jaw?"
"It's crooked."
"...yeah, I know," Scott says uncertainly and you feel him shift to touch it with his free hand.
"It's adorable." You can practically see the predatory grin on his face.
"It's not!" Scott protests, voice jumping an octave. "You're cuter!"
They're really arguing over this.
"No way," Isaac says, voice firm with conviction. "You're cuter. It's a fact."
"You two realize I'm awake, right?" you say, the words muffled slightly by Scott's collarbone.
There is a very long pause, Scott freezing under you.
Then Isaac rolls over to press himself to your side, hooking his chin over your left shoulder. "You're pretty cute too," he whispers. "Look at this hair," he says, picking up a handful of it off your back. "And speaking of eyelashes. Your's are gorgeous."
Your eyes snap open in mortification, feeling heat flood your face. Oh, God, no.
"You have really cute dimples," Scott adds earnestly, pulling you away from his chest and up to look at your face. "I always notice them when you smile."
"No, I, no, I don't, I'm not-" you stammer ducking your face down to hide it in the sheets.
"Your nose is cute too," Isaac informs you, clearly grinning against the shell of your ear, enjoying tormenting you because he's a dick. "And your little nipples..." He snakes a hand under you to tweak one.
"Hey!" you protest, smacking his hand away.
"You're the cutest girl I've ever met," Scott says, completely unironically. "I thought so from the second I first saw you."
"Noooo," you moan into the sheets. "Stop talking!"
Scott laughs happily and pulls you into his arms again, rubbing your bare back soothingly. "I can't, I'm not done telling you how cute you are!"
"I am not the cute one," you protest indignantly, still hiding your face. "You're the cute one. Isaac is the pretty one. I'm the normal one."
"I'm the pretty one?" Isaac says incredulously. "Have you ever looked in a mirror?"
Scott starts to giggle helplessly and you raise your head to glare at him. He just giggles harder.
You roll onto your back to look at Isaac, elbowing him out of the way and bringing up the navy blue sheet to cover your boobs. "He's giggling, Isaac. He is much cuter than I am."
"That's fixable," Isaac responds and pounces.
"Wha-hey!" you shriek as he tickles your sides, struggling to get free. "No, get off, Scott, help!
You get the call just as you're starting your History worksheet about the War of 1812. Scott's name is on the caller ID, and you suppress a jolt of fear at the sight. Scott usually doesn't call you, just texts.
"Hey," you say, trying to sound calm. "What's going on?"
"You haven't happened to have heard from Isaac in the last couple hours, have you?" Scott asks, sounding anxious.
You glance down at the clock on the screen of your laptop. "He's at work now, isn't he?"
"Yeah, I know," he says. "But I was just wondering if he called you."
"No, he didn't," you reply, frowning and leaning back in your desk chair. "What's wrong?"
"I..." Scott says, sounding torn. "Oh, God, Allison, I punched his dad in the face."
"You what?" You say loudly, too loudly, and clap your hand over your mouth with a wince. You get to your feet and clutch your phone to your ear tightly. "What happened?!"
"We were at the grocery store and ran into him," Scott says, sounding miserable. "I didn't know who he was at first, but then Isaac's heart started beating really fast and he smelled terrified...He didn't say anything to Isaac, just gave him this disgusted look and went into the next aisle. Isaac was really freaked out-I mean, he was trying to pretend he was fine, but I could tell-so I told him we could just go, but he said he was okay, so we just went to the other end of the store to get paper towels. And then we thought he was gone, so we went to get all the other stuff we needed, but when we went to check out he was in the aisle next to us."
"Okay," you say, sick at the thought of how Isaac must have felt.
"And I tried, I told myself to just ignore him, but Isaac was just...I've never seen him that scared, Allison, not even when we fought the Alphas, I thought he was going to fall over, he was so white," Scott says, voice starting to shake with anger. "And then his dad starts yelling at the cashier for overcharging him, and I couldn't stand it, so I turned around and told him to leave her alone. He told me to mind my own business, and I said that he'd better leave. Then he called Isaac and me freaks, so I punched him."
Good , you think furiously, your blood boiling with rage. I wish you killed him. The idea that Isaac's father walks free everyday after what he did to him, especially now that you know the details, the injustice of it, infuriates you. He deserves to rot in the ground.
"What did he do?" you force yourself to ask, shaking with anger.
"He just...fell over," Scott says tersely. "And hit his head on the counter. I'm pretty sure he broke his nose." He sounds distinctly unapologetic about it. "I told him I'd do worse than that if I ever saw him again. And then someone started to call the police, so we got out of there."
"Okay," you say over the roar of your heartbeat in your ears. "Okay. That's..." Good. That's what he gets. You are so angry and vengeful right now. You want to burn down his house. Preferably with him in it.
"Isaac wouldn't talk about it," Scott says quietly, reminding you of why he called in the first place. "And then he went to work. I don't think he's mad at me, he just...wouldn't talk."
"He doesn't...He's like that, about his dad," you say, feeling the anger fade. You sit down at the end of your bed and slump dejectedly. "Derek, too. He's...it's not that he doesn't care, it's just that he's not mad. I don't really know why."
Your parents are kind of mean, but they're nothing compared to Isaac's dad, and you still hate them. You don't understand how he can be so blasé after what that man did to him. Even Scott's mad, and his dad just left before he could screw up more.
"I shouldn't have punched him, I know," Scott says through gritted teeth. "But I don't regret it, God, I wanted to kill him."
Inexplicably, you feel tears fill your eyes at his righteous anger. You want to kill him too, but it doesn't matter, because the damage has already been done. You cannot erase what that man did to Isaac. It will always have happened.
You fall back onto your bed and blink rapidly up at the ceiling, trying to breathe normally.
"Allison?" Scott says when you don't reply.
"Yeah," you say hoarsely, swallowing past the knot in your throat. "Yeah, I...I don't know."
"The first time we saw him Isaac said it wasn't a big deal," Scott says. "He said he's seen him a couple times over the past few months, but he always just ignored him."
You squeeze your eyes shut. God. You didn't know that. He never told you.
"He shouldn't have to see him anymore. He should be in jail," Scott says, voice starting to shake again with emotion. "He shouldn't have to walk around and worry about running into him whenever he goes out."
"Yeah," you say, knowing that Scott isn't just talking about Isaac anymore, even if he doesn't realize it.
There's a long pause and you realize you can't think of anything to say.
"Are you going to pick him up at work?"
"Yeah," Scott says. "I...I'll take care of him."
You think about him wrapping Isaac up in his brown comforter and holding him close, stroking the back of his neck while Isaac breathes quietly and tries to pretend he isn't crying. It makes you feel hollow and empty, like you're not even a person. You hate that Scott's so far away, where you can't touch him. And you're stuck in this cold room in this cold house full of guns and murderers.
"Okay, text me when you pick him up," you say and then have to hang up before you start crying.
Isaac is subdued the next day at school, but when you ask him how he's doing he just shrugs and says he's fine. Scott looks very worried, upset that there's nothing he can do to just fix it, but you know it's just going to take time. He seems a little better by the end of the day and you take him out for pizza before he has to get to work, surprised by his resiliency. He just picks himself up and brushes himself off, and you're horribly jealous. You don't think you could do that.
You're very busy as November progresses. You have a research paper due, target practice with Braeden, legit study sessions with Lydia, and somewhat less legit study sessions with Scott and Isaac (much to the former's chagrin.) Isaac has work, Scott has cross-country and helping Malia gain control of her powers, something he and Stiles work on together, even though as far you can tell Malia doesn't really like Stiles. But then apparently she got mad one time he didn't come, so no one really knows what's going on there.
Stiles's dad's impeachment hearing is a couple days before Thanksgiving and to everyone's surprise, Scott's dad actually defends him and dismisses the incompetence charges. Because apparently this whole thing was a ruse to spend more time in Beacon Hills to try to reconcile with Scott. Yeah. What an asshole.
Scott is not particularly impressed with this either, but he begrudgingly agrees to at least spend time with his dad, and you don't like it. You worry the encounter with Isaac's dad has something to do with it, and it shouldn't. Just because Isaac's dad is worse than his own doesn't mean Scott's dad deserves forgiveness. But you keep your mouth shut about it because Scott seems less stressed out at his dad's presence in Beacon Hills now.
You spend pretty much all Thanksgiving Day cooking with your family and wishing you could spend the holiday with Isaac and the McCalls, who apparently just go to Kentucky Fried Chicken and see a movie afterward. Your parents' cooking is great, but it involves actually sitting across the dining room table from them while they try to get you to talk about school, and you have enough of that every other night.
On Black Friday you and Lydia go to the mall to look at the sales, which is fun for approximately five minutes and then becomes very boring. Still, you follow her from store to store for a couple hours until the frenzy of desperate shoppers dies down and you get lunch. Then you drive back to Beacon Hills and meet Isaac and Scott at the usual motel.
"Seriously, just stick it in," Isaac complains, pulling Scott further on top of him and squirming back onto his fingers impatiently.
"Are you sure?" Scott asks, though he's panting slightly, face and upper part of his chest red as he looks down at Isaac, pupils dilated.
"Yess," Isaac hisses, clutching his shoulders. "C'mon, Allison, tell him."
You smile despite yourself and sit up, wrapping your arms around Scott's waist and hooking your chin over his shoulder. "Go ahead," you murmur into his ear. "He wants it."
Scott groans low in his throat. "I, shit, okay, wait, I think I need more lube."
You hand him the tube even you think it's a bit overkill and watch fascinated as he coats his dick with it and then pushes slowly into Isaac.
"Oh, shit," Isaac gasps, eyes going wide and Scott freezes.
"I..." Scott pants. "Is it...is it-"
"Don't stop," Isaac practically whines, closing his eyes and arching his back into it. "Scott, c'mon."
"Oh God," Scott moans and thrusts in a little further.
Your heart pounds furiously as Scott fucks him slowly, Isaac groaning and tossing his head. After a minute, he reaches down to grab his dick, but you bat his hand away and bring both of them up to the headboard.
"Nuh uh," you say quietly,gripping his wrists tightly as he whines. "Hold here."
Isaac complies automatically and then gasps and you smooth your hands down his sweaty chest and start to jerk him off.
"Allis-oh, fuck, Scott, please, can you, I need-" he babbles, bucking up his hips harder.
Scott growls, a flash of red in his eyes, and starts to move faster, bracing his hands on either side of Isaac's shoulders.
It only takes a couple of seconds for Isaac to come in your hand with a yelp, and Scott whines in the back of his throat and follows soon after with a screwed up expression and a series of jerky thrusts of his hips.
Scott sort of collapses on top of Isaac, who doesn't seem to mind and just wraps his arms around him with a grunt. You squirm uncomfortably for a few seconds, but neither of them seem like they're going to be moving anytime soon, so you just decide to screw it and slide under the comforter to masturbate.
"Oh God," Scott says after a minute later and pulls out, the condom starting to leak. Isaac whines piteously. "Shit, sorry, are you okay?"
"Come here," Isaac demands, pulling him back down again and burying his face in his neck.
"Uh, I need to-" Scott says, stripping off the condom and trying to figure out where to put it.
You take it from him in amusement and drop it in the trash can on your side of the bed.
"Are you okay?" Scott says worriedly, stroking Isaac's back. "Was it...was it okay?"
"Yes," Isaac says, voice muffled by his shoulder. "Don' move."
You and Scott both grin happily and you lie back down next to Isaac, pressing your chest to his back and wrapping your arm around his waist. "That good, huh?" you murmur, still kind of turned on.
"Yess," Isaac agrees, nuzzling at Scott's neck sleepily. "We are definitely doing that again. Just gimme a minute."
"Okay," Scott says, smiling helplessly. "We could...um...we could do it the other way around if you wanted."
Isaac stills for a second and then glances up at Scott. "Really?" he says, sounding surprised.
"Yeah, I mean, if you want," Scott says, blushing and looking suddenly shy, like he hadn't had his dick in Isaac's ass a couple minutes ago.
"Oh, I want," Isaac responds, hand sliding down to grab Scott's ass.
Your stifle your moan against Isaac's shoulder, because how is this your life? How can it be that a year ago you were spending your free time listening to depressing music and eating Oreos in your room, and now you're getting off watching your two boyfriends fuck in a seedy motel room?
"Oh, you had your turn," Isaac says smugly, nuzzling more insistently at Scott's neck and squeezing his ass. "There's only so much of me to go around."
You snort with laughter. "Yeah, 'cause your dick's so special."
"You thought so last week when you were moaning my name," Isaac says, and you can't see his face, but the smirk is evident in every word.
"Okay, remember how we talked about how there are times when you need to stop talking?" Scott says, sounding simultaneously amused and possessive. "This is one of those times."
"Maybe give me something better to do with my mouth," Isaac replies, hand drifting down Scott's chest.
Scott snorts with laughter. "Which do you want; to blow me or to screw me?"
"Mmm, both," Isaac says and leans forward to suck at the sensitive skin behind Scott's ear that always makes him shudder.
"If you're looking for something to do with your mouth, then get over here," you say tugging at his shoulder insistently.
"Ugh, fine," Isaac says, sounding aggrieved, and then ducks down under the comforter to do things with his mouth that aren't as obnoxious.
By the time he's done getting you off Scott has gained a second wind and is watching the two of you with heated eyes. He pulls Isaac on top of him, grasping the short hair at the back of his neck and murmurs that he wants him in him, causing Isaac to shake and groan. Unfortunately the mechanics aren't as easy as all that.
"Ugh, okay, you gotta relax more," Isaac says, grimacing in a way that doesn't seem all that pleasant. He shifts over Scott a bit, knees slipping a bit on the sheets.
Scott flinches, face tight and uncomfortable and squirms awkwardly around Isaac's dick. "Yeah, I'm trying." His voice sounds pained.
"You're just...really tight," Isaac grunts, arms shaking as he tries not to move.
"Do you need more lube?" you ask worriedly, reaching for the bottle.
"No, just," Isaac says, and moves down to stroke Scott's dick, which has flagged distressingly. But he inadvertently pushes further into Scott, who stiffens further and grimaces in pain. "Shit, sorry!"
"Here, I think," Scott says, opening his eyes and taking a deep breath. He puts his hand on Isaac's shoulder, as if to push him back. "I think it'll go easier if I turn over."
Isaac pulls out slowly. "I..are you sure?" he says, starting to sound freaked out.
"Yup," Scott says tersely, but he won't quite meet either of your eyes and rolls onto his stomach quickly before pushing himself up onto his hands and knees.
"I..." Isaac says, looking to you nervously. "Are you sure you want to..."
"Yeah, c'mon," Scott says lightly, head hanging down.
"I mean, we don't have to..."
"Isaac, come on," Scott hisses, hands clenching the sheets.
Isaac still looks nervous, but he bends over Scott, easing in gently and resting his forehead on the back of Scott's shoulder. "Is it..is it okay?"
"Yeah," Scott grunts, grimacing a little. "You can..." He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, staring blankly down at the sheets. "You can move."
Isaac does, carefully, reaching around to jerk him off and Scott moans quietly, eyes slipping shut again.
They continue like that for a minute, Isaac getting redder and redder, arms shaking violently as he tries to hold himself back, but Scott is very quiet. He makes soft gasping noises and groans in the back of his throat, face screwed up in focus, but he doesn't sound like he usually does.
"Hey, Scott," you say gently, ducking down a little to see his face. "Doing okay?"
"Yeah," Scott says tensely. "I just, Isaac, you can, you should just, I'm not sure I can-" He makes a low whining noise when Isaac stutters to a halt. "No, Isaac, don't stop, it's good, I just..."
"Should I-" Isaac pants, starting to pull out.
"No," Scott snarls, gritting his teeth. "Just, keep going."
Isaac whimpers lowly and thrusts. "Is it, is this okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, right...just a little more," Scott moans, pushing back and squirming his hips back until his face goes slack in the first good sign you've seen since this started. "Ah. Yeah, like that. That's good."
"Shit," Isaac swears and pushes in harder. "Scott."
"Hey, hey, hey," you whisper, taking Scott's face and pull it to the side slightly so that you can see him better. "You need to relax, okay, Scott?" You press your forehead to his. "Don't think, just let it happen."
"I'm not sure I can- Oh! God! Isaac, that's, yeah, right there, please-"
"Shit," Isaac hisses, starting to lose his rhythm. "Scott, you gotta-"
"I don't...I'm not sure if I can..."
"It's okay, Scott, it's okay," you soothe him, reaching down with one hand to grip his right hand on the bed and lace your fingers together. "You're doing good, you're going good, you're almost there, baby, just let go." You let go of his face with your other hand and run your hand through his damp hair, gripping it tightly. "That's it, Scott, you can do it, you're so clo-"
Scott is loud when he comes, crying out into the dark motel room and clenching your hand so tightly your knuckles crack.
"Oh, fuck!" Isaac yelps and then collapses onto Scott's back, smooshing his face into Scott's shoulder, causing Scott's arms to give way.
Isaac moans softly, giving a couple weak thrusts of his hips and then pulls out, rolling over onto his back. "Oh, my God," he gasps, chest heaving. "I think you broke my dick."
Scott just moans weakly into the sheet in reply, not shifting even though he has to be lying right on the wet spot.
"Hey, c'mere," you say, pulling his head towards you, worried he won't be able to breathe like that. "Are you okay?"
Scott just groans, eyelids fluttering weakly but ultimately not opening.
"Scott?" you say gently, kissing his cheek.
"Uh, sorry," he murmurs."Your hand, did I-"
"No, no, it's fine," you reassure him, not sure what to make of his slurred speech. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, was good," he mumbles, still not opening his eyes. "Sorry, I just...I didn't mean to take so long to-"
"Don't apologize," Isaac says, still sounding winded. "Jesus."
"Hey, hey, c'mere," you say gently, still uncertain at his behavior. He seems very worn out-he's certainly never been that loud before-and you pull him into your arms and stroke his back. "There we go, you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, 'm good," Scott murmurs into your shoulder. "Was really good, I, was I too loud? I didn' mean to-"
"Hey, hey, no, you were good, you were perfect," you tell him, holding him tighter and kissing the top of his head.
Scott lets out a small moan of pleasure at the praise and curls into you further. You raise your eyebrows in surprise because you've never seen him so uninhibited and relaxed.
He's still for a couple seconds and then lifts his head, shifting in your arms. "Isaac?" he mumbles, sounding confused. "Where's Isaac?"
"Here," Isaac says, pulling him over onto his back and the both of you press yourselves to his sides.
"Mmm, I love you," Scott says happily, wrapping an arm around Isaac's shoulders.
Isaac's eyes go wide and disbelieving, glancing between you and Scott uncertainly.
You smile at him encouragingly and Isaac lies down on Scott's shoulder and shyly murmurs. "I love you too."
You drift off for a bit and wake to the sound of Scott talking quietly. You sit up, stifling a groan of disgust at the dried semen that has somehow managed to get on your elbow, to see him sitting in his boxers at the edge of the bed with his phone.
"...dude, you're going way too fast, you gotta slow down," Scott is saying. "When you say she jumped you...is that a good thing? ...I mean, you don't sound too sure abou-...okay, okay, Stiles, I really did not need to know th-Hey, I do not talk about Allison and Isaac all the time! No, really, I'm happy for you, I am...Are you guys, like, together now? ...you ask her? ...Stiles, she wasn't a baby when she disappeared, she knows what dating is."
"What?" you say, bewildered, because Scott cannot be having the conversation you think he is.
Scott turns around and gives you a helpless look. "Hey, look, can I call you back in like an hour, I'm kind of in the middle of some-no, I will, I promise, I just really have to go...Stiles, don't be gross-okay, bye."
He lowers his phone and gives a rueful shrug. "Sorry, he was kind of freaking out."
"About what...?" you ask slowly.
"Uh, Malia sort of came onto him," Scott says, looking like he can't quite believe it either. "Actually, she declared her intentions to make out with him. And then they made out."
"What?" you say, staring. "I thought she hated him!"
"I did, too?" Scott says, bemused. "I have no idea. I did not see that coming."
"Mmgh, wha-" Isaac mumbles, half-asleep.
"It's nothing," you say, because you don't want to listen to him complain about Stiles right now.
You turn to look back at Scott and wince at the dried semen all over his stomach.
"Uh, yeah, that's kind of..." Scott says following your gaze and looking down at himself.
"You okay?" you ask him, shifting over to the side of the bed and throwing your legs over the edge of it, pushing off the comforter even though the room is chilly. The sun's gone down while you were asleep, but the lights from the hallway shine through the threadbare curtains of the room, illuminating his face clearly.
"Oka...yeah, yeah! I'm good," Scott says, shifting awkwardly in embarrassment and shyness. He looks down at his bare feet on the carpet instead of at you.
You get out of bed and pad naked over to him, reaching out for his hand. "You wanna take a shower?" you ask, grinning at him happily.
He glances up at you and grins back, bringing his hand up to tug on a lock of your hair. You kiss him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the way his hands trail down your bare back to your ass.
"Let's go take a shower," you whisper when you break apart, and pull him into the bathroom.
A/N: Lots of super important plot points in this. You better appreciate it because I practically gave myself a cavity writing this...(;¬‸¬) Please review!