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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Isaac_Lahey
  Character:
      Isaac_Lahey, Peter_Hale, Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      Background_Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Background_Erica_Reyes/Vernon
      Boyd, canon_pairings_-_Freeform, Drugs, Music, Marking, Mildly_Dubious
      Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-14 Words: 11635
****** 10.15 Saturday Night ******
by theaeblackthorn
Summary
     With the rest of the pack wrapped up in each other, Isaac spends a
     lot of time alone in the apartment he shares with Derek and Peter.
     Except, he's not really alone, because Peter is there too.
     Or, that one where Isaac and Peter bond over eighties/early nineties
     alternative rock and trashy vampire movies.
Notes
     I didn't even really mean to write this, I was reading Lost Souls and
     all I could see was Isaac as a weird cross between Nothing and Laine
     and then I thought about it and I realised he was nothing like either
     of them, not really. But by then I couldn't unsee Isaac alone and
     lonely in his room, listening to The Cure and of course Peter wanted
     to know what Isaac was doing listening to such good music on such
     shitty speakers and things went from there.
     Dub con is someone receiving a hand-job whilst stoned. It's confirmed
     later that the people involved would have said yes, even if they
     hadn't been stoned and that in fact they very much wanted what
     happened.
     For anyone reading my other fic, I wrote this back in December, just
     getting around to posting it now. The next chapter of Home is
     Wherever I'm With You is with my beta as we speak! :)
See the end of the work for more notes
It starts with Robert Smith and a pretty quiet Saturday night. Although that's
not saying much because most of Isaac's Saturday nights are quiet these days.
Scott is firmly back with Allison, Boyd and Erica are now BoydAndErica, one
entity that Isaac isn't afraid to admit he's pretty jealous of. They found each
other and while Isaac is pretty happy that he found himself, and somewhere
safe, sometimes he thinks he'd like someone too.
Even Derek has finally done something about Stiles, because hey, who knew
Stiles had a thing for Derek too. (That's sarcasm, if you can't tell, Isaac is
pretty sure everyone has noticed Stiles and his giant boner for Derek.) So it's
a Saturday and he's spending it the same way he spends most other Saturday
nights and free time recently-- alone. He's in his room in the apartment he
shares with Derek, he's curled up on his bed, laptop quietly playing The Cure
while he reads an ebook on his computer. Honestly, not the worst place he could
imagine and he's not exactly complaining. Calm and quiet is kinda what he needs
after...everything, but sometimes calm and quiet can get a little lonely.
He's racing Erica to see who can read the most books this year. Isaac's pretty
sure he's going to blow Erica's read count out of the water, and he's not
entirely positive that's something to be proud about. It's hard to gloat when
her comeback will be something along the lines of, 'Sorry, I was too busy
getting fucked and having a life'. So yeah, crowing over his read count is
maybe not the best idea.
Isaac pauses, he thinks he can hear a noise in the hall, but he's probably just
imagining things. Peter is out and Derek is pretty much always at Stiles' house
these days, sneaking in and out and watching over the house. Don't get him
wrong, Isaac is pretty overjoyed that Derek took him in, got custody, got them
a place and everything. Derek takes care of every single one of Isaac's
physical needs (hey, mind out of the gutter). He takes care of Isaac in a way
Isaac doesn't think he ever took care of himself, and that's good, hell, he's
even started looking after himself as well. Just...sometimes Derek can be a
little distant.
Isaac gets that Derek's life has been far from easy, and he knows the effort
Derek has made. He made him a wolf, gave him a place to live and tried to train
him to protect himself. It's just that Derek isn't always the best at seeing
what a person needs, emotionally.
Things have been slowly changing since Derek started going out with Stiles.
Even though Stiles isn't the warmest towards Isaac (and hasn't been since Isaac
got friendly with Scott in the summer) he's definitely noticed a change in
Derek. Gone are the relentless training exercises, the long lectures and
running through the woods at all hours of the day and night. Instead Derek is
trying, he's giving Isaac space, trying to gently correct him; he's not flashed
his Alpha eyes on him in months. Derek is giving Isaac space and to figure out
how he wants to live his life, instead of demanding he follow in Derek's
footsteps.
The only problem is, sometimes space is kinda lonely, which Isaac figures is
where it all begins.
So there's Robert Smith, an empty house and a fast internet connection. Isaac
is pretty sure most teenage boys would view this as jerk-off central, but,
what's the point? Not with the jerking off, Isaac is fully on board with that
idea, but seriously, the house is empty often enough that he can't spend every
moment he has alone in it masturbating. That'd chafe.
Of course, that's when there is a gentle knock and the door to his room is
being pushed open. He should have heard Peter coming, he should have realised
he was home, but that's the thing about Peter Hale, none of them ever hear him
coming. Peter leans against the doorframe and a lets out an annoyed huff.
"Hey kid, what are you doing here? It's Saturday." Peter says 'Saturday' like
it should mean something.
Isaac shrugs. "Nowhere else to be."
Peter eyes him thoughtfully. "I suppose Derek's at the Sheriff's house again?"
Isaac has long ago figured out two things, it's pointless lying to Peter and
it's pointless trying to figure out what the hell he's up to. He settles for
another shrug, "I guess."
Peter lets out a 'hmm'. "So, what are you up to?"
"Reading a book. You know, those things with words in, they generally tell a
story." Isaac had been wary of Peter because of the fear and anger Lydia and
the rest of the teens had shown when he was around. But, it's been months and
Peter hasn't done anything but snark and mildly irritate everyone.
He'd been quiet but generally helpful through the Alpha pack crap, and, nothing
else. Even Derek has given up questioning why Peter was here, what he was doing
and when he was going to be ready to spring some sort of plan into action.
Sometimes Isaac thinks staying and helping is Peter's way of apologising for
what he'd done, before, but he isn't sure. Isaac suspects no-one but Peter will
ever know why he's here...and maybe not even him.
Peter snorts, pulling Isaac back to their conversation, "I know what books are,
thank you very much. What book?"
"Nothing too interesting. I was just trying to beat Erica for the amount of
books we've read this year. I'm thinking I might win the way she's been with
Boyd recently..." Why the hell was he engaging Peter in conversation? This
wasn't one of the pre-approved Peter rules, he was pretty sure. (Not that there
were really Peter rules, more, helpful tips Stiles had dumped on him, once he
figured out Peter and Isaac were going to be living in the same small
apartment.
"Books over sex. Hm, as a pseudo-parental figure in your life, I approve. I
think. Although, on second thoughts, it might not be that healthy, you're a
young lad, you should be out there, doing things, lots of pretty girls in the
world..."
Isaac wrinkles his nose in distaste, "You are not any sort of parental figure
in my life. Derek, yes. You, no."
Peter looks hurt, but only in the over-the-top-theatrical way he normally shows
emotions. Isaac doesn't know if he uses those over the top gestures because he
just doesn't feel anything anymore, or if he uses them to cover up genuine
emotions. Isaac isn't sure and he doesn't really care.
There are few moments of silence as both of them look at each other, before
Peter breaks it, "But seriously, music choice: good, music playback option:
horrible."
Isaac is confused, what the hell is Peter on about, before he can ask, Peter
clarifies, "The Cure on laptop speakers. They're crap for listening to music
through and I can hear them butchering a perfectly lovely song all the way from
my room. You know this album came out when I was your age. It's good, but their
earlier stuff is better."
Isaac is hurt, fair enough he doesn't know many early Cure albums, but this is
pretty fucking ace. The last bars of Friday I'm In Love are playing and
seriously, this is pretty good Cure, classic Cure and he tells Peter so.
Peter doesn't agree. "Their early albums, before they hit it really big,
they're great. They're a lot darker, less pop...a lot more experimental in
places. Although it's not even worth listening to them on those shitty built-in
laptop speakers. Seriously, is that it for music?" Peter surveys Isaac's room,
obviously looking for a stereo of some kind.
"This is it, they play music, what more do I need? I've got my earphones if I
want to-"
"Urgh, heathen. That is not the way to listen to music. You want at least a
decent pair of speakers, especially with our ears, they amplify everything, you
get a shitty pair of earphones and you might as well be listening to static, or
the Jagger and Bowie cover of Dancing in the Street."
Isaac doesn't really have an answer to that, the conversation has taken a
pretty surreal turn. Who knew Peter was such a music geek? But the point still
remains, what does Isaac really need a stereo for, it would just be a luxury.
"I don't need it, though, I mean, the laptop I need for school work and stuff,
and--"
"If we all had just what we required and nothing else, life would be pretty
boring. We're allowed to want things, Isaac, otherwise what's the point?"
Peter turns and leaves the room before Isaac can answer. Isaac has it good, he
doesn't need a stereo, and he doesn't need Peter's stupid opinions. He turns
the volume up on his laptop just to spite him, but he leaves it playing The
Cure's Wish album. He doesn't have the overwhelming urge to listen to their
early albums. He doesn't.
*
Isaac doesn't really see Peter until the following Saturday. It's been a quiet
week with all calm in Beacon Hills. Chris Argent hasn't tried to break Scott
and Allison up, and the Sheriff still doesn't know about Derek and Stiles, and
Erica still hasn't seen his read book count. Or, if she has, she really doesn't
care, not even to mock him about how many books he's read. He's only ten books
off his goal for the year, and he's already twenty ahead of Erica.
So it's another Saturday, he's once again reading on his bed and he hears the
quiet knock on his door. He waits for Peter to barge into the room as he always
does after he knocks, he's very much a knock and enter kinda guy. Isaac knows
it's Peter, now he's paying attention he can already hear Peter's heartbeat;
there's no mistaking it. When, after a moment, the door doesn't open he gets up
to investigate.
Standing on the other side of the door is Peter, with a large box with a
monochrome picture of a stereo printed on it. Isaac has no idea what to say.
"Did you...I mean...is that...Huh." Seriously, Isaac has no idea what to say.
Peter just walks past Isaac and into the room, "Come on kid, give me a hand
setting it up, I figure it'll have to go on the floor, because you really
haven't got much furniture in here."
Isaac moves to give Peter a hand while still trying to think what the hell he's
doing with this.
"Have you actually just bought me a stereo. Why?"
Peter gives a small shrug, "Because if you're going to listen to music, you're
going to do it properly. If I have to listen to Love Cats through your laptop
speakers one more time it's going to ruin the song for me."
"So this is a you-thing?" Isaac asks, he can understand it if this is just
Peter doing something for himself, that makes sense and he'll be happy to
accept the stereo.
"Think of it as something we both get something out of, you get to listen to
your music on a better sound system, and I get to stop having to listen to
music I love slaughtered on your shitty speakers."
Isaac accepts it as the best he's going to get, he quickly thinks over Stiles'
Peter rules and it makes enough sense.
They quickly finished setting up the system and Isaac starts packing away the
rubbish folding it up ready for the recycling. As he picks up the box he sees a
CD fall out of it and almost drop on the floor. The only thing that saves it
are Isaac's werewolf reflexes.
He holds the CD up to inspect it and reads the title out, "Pornography, The
Cure."
Isaac looks up at Peter in confusion.
"Well, you've got a better set of speakers now, you may as well listen to some
better Cure with them."
"Better?!"
"Well... more interesting at the very least."
Isaac stares at the warped faces of the band on the front of the CD. Seriously,
a CD. Peter just bought him a new stereo and a CD. Isaac's not entirely sure
what's going on here, Peter seriously could have just threatened him into
turning his music off. Isaac probably would have given in.
"You know, if you open it, there's a disc inside and if we put the disc into
the magical music box it'll--"
"Hey! I know what a CD is. I was just thinking, and..." Isaac trails off,
what's even the point, he might as well listen to the CD with Peter, it's not
like he's got any other plans tonight.
Isaac opens the case and hands the CD to Peter before retreating to his bed to
settle in and listen.
Peter pushes the CD in and hands the new remote control to Isaac on the bed. He
gives Isaac a calculating look before slowly moving towards the bed and taking
a space near the head board. Isaac waits until Peter is settled and hits 'play'
on the remote control.
To Isaac's surprise they end up listening to the album in it's entirety. Every
now and then Peter interrupts with snippets of information about the songs or
the band and Isaac replies with his thoughts and feelings on the songs.
It's no less surreal by the end of the album, but Isaac definitely feels more
comfortable around Peter then he has since he met him.
 
*
Saturday goes from being the night Isaac feels like the biggest social loser,
previously known as Isaac-reads-alone-in-his-room time, to Isaac-and-Peter-
bond-over-Peter's-youth. It starts with The Cure, but soon spreads to The
Pixies, Faith No More, Nine Inch Nails and... Isaac loves it all. Peter's love
of music is unreal, and his sense of humour is absolutely wicked, and not in
the cool way, mostly in the 'oh god Peter that's so mean but I kinda want to
laugh' way. Isaac's heard bits and pieces before, but he's never stopped to
look at the songs in their wider historical context.
He's never thought about what came out when, who influenced who, what was going
on in the world at the time. Like he said, Peter is a giant music geek and
Isaac can't get enough, he's fun to be with, to see his talk about something he
quite clearly feels something about. The wry Peter sarcasm is still there, but
it's less biting and more playful when it's about something he loves. Saturdays
leave Isaac feeling he was born twenty years too late.
Music easily turns into movies, which leads to epic movie nights with both
sitting on the sofa rewatching Lost Boys for the millionth time. They both love
trashy horror movies from the eighties and early nineties.
Isaac isn't sure what this has become, it's never anyone else apart from Peter
and Isaac, and Isaac likes it that way. Peter's his, his pack, the only person
who seems to be a constant in his life. There's still school, and there's still
pack meetings, but everyone always has places to be and people to see. And now
so does Isaac.
Scott blows him off, Derek is still AWOL with Stiles and Isaac is so far ahead
of Erica in their reading challenge that he hasn't even bothered checking her
challenge status on Goodreads in over a month.
Parent-teacher conferences come round and Derek takes him, he gets praise from
his teachers for his academic improvement, for his better behaviour and lack of
anger issues. Derek's proud and takes Isaac for ice cream (like he said, Derek
was really trying, even if sometimes Derek's trying feels like it's come
straight from a 1950s film).
And yeah, maybe Isaac hasn't noticed that he isn't as angry any more. Before
he'd just felt so listless; school, practice, reading, and that was it. Nothing
really to look forward to except the odd supernatural emergency, but now he has
something to look forward to. He comes home from school, figures out something
for dinner, and then the apartment is his and Peter's for the evening. They
watch TV, talk about stuff, sometimes just put an album they love on and listen
to it while Isaac does his homework.
It's like Isaac and Peter are in their own world. No-one's about to bother
them, no-one questions why they spend so much time together, hell there's no-
one really there to notice they spend a lot of time together.
Yet, Isaac doesn't feel like he's spending time with an adult, a parental
figure, he feels, well, he's not exactly sure what he feels. Peter doesn't seem
like he's thirty-six, Peter seems like he's not much older than Derek. If Isaac
didn't know better, and Peter didn't have those slight wrinkles at the corners
of his eyes, he would have said Derek was thirty-six and Peter was twenty-
three. Derek's weighed down with the cares of the world, and while Peter does
look a bit worn, there's a spark and smile that says he's not completely
broken, and no-where near as wise as he should be.
*
Derek comes home one evening just as Isaac and Peter are settling in to watch
John Carpenter's Vampires, a beautifully trashy vampire movie that Isaac had
known long before Peter brought it home. It's rare for Derek to be home in the
evenings, there must be something up or the Sheriff has an evening off of work.
Derek walks into the living room just as the first vampires are being killed on
screen, there's the blood, the gore and the pleading and both Isaac and Peter
are laughing along and quoting lines at each other.
Isaac hears Derek come in, but doesn't hear him leave, after a few moments of
Derek just standing in the room Isaac cranes his neck to see what he's doing.
Derek is just staring at the couch and the two of them with his forehead
crinkled in a frown and a suspicious look in his eye.
"What are you two doing?"
Peter doesn't even look away from the screen, "It's called a movie, sometimes
people watch them together, and sometimes they've seen them many times and are
quite good at quoting the lines. Don't look so confused Derek, I know we had a
TV when you were growing up."
Isaac feels a smile tugs at the corner of his lips at Peter's comment, he loves
how snarky and witty Peter is.
Derek's frown only deepens though. "No I meant, what are you two doing watching
this movie. How many times have you even seen it?"
Peter pauses the movie and turns around to face his nephew, "We both live here
Derek, what did you think we've been doing the whole time you're over at the
Sherrif's house, fucking his son?"
Isaac winces, sometimes he forgets how cutting Peter can be, he hasn't heard
him be quite that snarky in a while.
Derek lets out a low growl, "Don't speak about Stiles like that. And just,
don't fuck with Isaac, Peter. He doesn't need someone like you messing with
him."
At that Isaac frowns. He can take care of himself, thank you very much, and if
Derek really hadn't wanted Peter and Isaac hanging out then why had he left in
the apartment together so often? "Hey, we're just watching a movie. Leave Peter
alone."
Isaac knows it's the wrong thing to say the second he sees the red flash in his
Alpha's eyes. He hadn't meant to challenge the authority of his alpha, but it
appears he has. Isaac immediately feels himself drawing in, trying to make
himself as small as possible. He sinks further into the sofa cushions and
brings his hands up over his head. He hadn't meant to, he really hadn't meant
to, it's just, sometimes people are so hard on Peter, even when he's not doing
anything to deserve it. Isaac lets out a low whimper.
Isaac hears a sharp, "Derek! Down boy!" From next to him and he feels a
comforting arm wrap around his shoulder.
Things are quiet for a few long moments, he can hear Derek and Peter making
gestures but he doesn't really want to think about what they could be trying to
communicate that they don't want him to hear. There's a pause in their gestures
before he hears Derek leaving the room and the front door opening and shutting.
A few more moments and he hears the Camaro's engine start up outside.
When he can't hear the hum of the Camaro anymore he slowly pulls his arm away
from his head and looks up at Peter. Peter's arm is long gone from around him
but he gives Isaac a small smile when he finally meets Peter's gaze, the smile
isn't that kind but it's possibly the most reassuring smile Isaac's ever seen.
"So, where were we?"
*
Peter is shocked the first time he hears Isaac has never been drunk, high, or,
hell, even smoked a regular cigarette. Isaac's never even been near a bar.
Seeing as he looks the seventeen years old he is, the bar's out, and getting
drunk is pretty hard as a werewolf anyway. But Peter was born a werewolf and he
knows some pretty cool tricks for getting off your face when you're a 'wolf.
There's a specific type of wolfsbane that instead of killing them, just, well,
pretty much acts like weed. Peter doesn't really ask if Isaac wants to try
some, if he wants to get high with him, he just does as he normally does and
assumes Isaac will.
The thing is, Peter's normally right in what Isaac wants, what he'll like.
They're watching The Lost Boys first tonight and by the time David is offering
tripped out fast-food, Peter pulls out a small pouch of what looks like
tobacco, except when he opens it the smell is anything but.
Isaac finds it hard to concentrate on the movie instead he just wants to watch
what Peter is doing. He watches him pull out some papers, stick a few of them
together, he watches him make a small curled piece of cardboard from the
papers' packet.
"The crutch," Peter explains. "It gives us something to hold, gives it it's
shape and yeah, you want a crutch."
Isaac nods and watches Peter's clever fingers roll their first 'joint'. The
movie goes unnoticed as Peter finishes the joint and brings it to his lips. He
holds the lighter to the end of it and takes a few small quick puffs to get it
going. Isaac sees the tip burn a bright orange with each pull Peter takes. When
it's evenly lit Peter breathes out and takes a long drag on the...cigarette?
Joint? Isaac had no idea what the good term was here.
Peter holds his breath deep in his lungs, and closes his eyes. He waits a few
moments and then exhales, as a small amount of smoke escapes his lungs his
whole body sags into the sofa. He opens his eyes and smiles up at Isaac.
"So, you want to learn how to smoke?"
Isaac can barely bring himself to react, of course he does, as he's trying to
form words Peter takes another drag on the joint.
Peter takes Isaac's silence as a yes, because he's turning sideways on the sofa
so he faces Isaac. Peter takes another small toke on the joint and explains,
"It's to keep it burning, wolfsbane isn't like tobacco, it doesn't keep
burning, you've got to make sure it doesn't go out."
Isaac nods, following the trail of Peter's hands as he brings it to his lips
again. Peter's lips seal around it, almost like a gentle kiss and Isaac can't
look away.
"So it's easy, don't take big, deep breaths at first, you'll just end up
coughing and spluttering, take a steady breath and try to hold it for a few
seconds. When you're done breathe out. Sound okay?"
"Yeah," Isaac is slightly startled by the sound of his own voice, he feels like
he hasn't said anything in an age. Peter's eyes have slid closed and his lips
are slightly parted. There is a relaxed air to him that Isaac hasn't seen
before.
Peter leans forward and holds the joint out to Isaac, he takes it clumsily from
Peter, the roach is so small and their hands are so big. He gets it between his
forefinger and thumb and starts bringing it towards his lips.
"Okay, breathe out before you take a hit, empty your lungs."
Isaac breathes out like instructed.
"Good, okay, not bring it up and breathe in gently..."
Isaac tries to focus on the spliff as he's lifting it to his mouth, except he
ends up going cross-eyed as it gets closer.
He hears Peter laughing and he can't figure out why, he looks up at Peter,
annoyance and confusion on his face. "What? Why are you laughing?"
Peter continues to laugh, a belly rumbling laugh that just goes on and on,
"It's the look of concentration on your face! Don't think so hard, just breathe
out, bring it to your lips and breathe in."
Oh. Well, he can do that, let go, don't concentrate so much. Isaac breathes out
and starts to lift the joint again, except it's gone out in the time he'd been
talking to Peter.
Peter gestures for him to hand the joint back so he could light it. Once lit
Isaac tries again, the first taste of the smoke in his mouth, his lungs,
however little, causes him to start coughing.
Peter's there, grabbing the joint so it doesn't drop and gently patting Isaac
on the back.
"Happens to us all, have a sip of water and we'll try again."
Isaac's lungs are burning, he takes a sip and waits for the burning to subside.
It takes a little while but it goes.
His second attempt is better, he tastes the smoke deep in his lungs and he
feels a rush of something all down his arms, across his chest, and he just
settles back onto the sofa besides Peter.
He has a few more hits of the joint before it burns down to the crutch. He
feels like there's a buzz under his skin, a bouncing bubbling bit that just
wants to get out. He lets out a small laugh and looks over at Peter. Peter is
smoking and looking over at him. The film's finished now and Isaac doesn't like
the silence, silence is deafening. He wants noise and he tells Peter so, "Put
on Pornography."
Peter snorts, "No, too dark for now, we need something lighter, something more
upbeat, something...aha!" Peter has gone through their CD collection and is
holding up a copy of Boys Don't Cry. Three green palm trees are staring back at
him and he thinks, 'Why palm trees...'.
"It's for Fire in Cairo, silly boy." Peter chides and Isaac realises he must
have asked that question out loud. Huh, it's almost like he's lost his brain to
mouth filter.
Peter is laughing and it makes Isaac want to laugh along with him. "Yes, you're
saying this all out loud, it's rather sweet."
The album is playing and Peter is rolling another joint for them. Isaac doesn't
know if he should smoke anymore, but he'll listen to Peter, for some odd reason
he realises he trusts Peter and isn't that just the strangest thing?
Isaac suddenly worries that he said that out loud, what if he did, what would
Peter think? Isaac can hear his own heart beat, previously so mellow and slow
suddenly speed up.
"Calm, shhh, Isaac, it's all fine. Listen, you love this song..."
And Isaac listens, he does love this song, 10:15 Saturday Night. He starts
tapping his fingers along to the drip, drip, drip of the song.
"I lost my virginity to this song, you know. First blow job to it, and I barely
made it to the end of the song." Peter offers, groping around the couch for the
lighter Isaac had dropped there earlier.
Isaac frowns and looks over at Peter, before the end of the song. But. "It's
only a three minute song!"
Peter lets out a low chuckle and Isaac hears the snick of the lighter and a
breath before Peter answers. "Well, I can't imagine you lasted much longer your
first time..."
Isaac freezes and he feels the second Peter realises.
"You've never?" Peter asks, handing Isaac the joint.
Isaac shakes his head, focusing on taking another hit.
"Not even...nothing?" The disbelief in Peter's voice makes Isaac vaguely wish
this conversation was over but Peter shows no signs of stopping. "You're pretty
enough and I thought you had with Erica, or, maybe Scott..."
Isaac shrugs and exhales. "I...it was never something I really wanted. Not for
the longest time, there were other worries and then, there just weren't any
opportunities."
Isaac turns his gaze on Peter and if his hand lingers slightly longer on
Peter's when he hands back the joint, well, there's no-one here but Peter, and
Peter doesn't seem to mind at all.
They sit in silence for a few moments, enjoying Jumping Someone Else's Train.
Isaac is the one to break the silence, his voice breaks as he asks the question
and he can hear his heartbeat rises, even with the wolfsbane in his system.
"What...what's it like?"
Peter opens one eye and looks over to Isaac, "Sex? Or blowjobs specifically?"
Isaac shrugs, "All of it, any of it, I don't know, I just..."
Peter smiles over at him, "It's fine, I remember being seventeen and
so...ready." Peter's smile has morphed into more of a smirk now, but it's not
unkind.
Isaac fidgets, he can't stop staring at Peter's hands as they hold the joint,
his fingers are so long, and so blunt with the barest hint of a nail. Isaac
doesn't even know why he's staring at Peter's fingers only he can't stop.
He follows Peter's hand as he raises it to his lips and now Isaac can't stop
staring at his lips. Unconsciously Isaac licks his own lips, underneath the
taste of the wolfsbane he can taste the barest hint of Peter from the joints
they've been sharing. He licks his lips again tracing the taste and he can see
Peter staring at his lips. His mouth is so dry, so very dry he just wants...a
drink.
Isaac takes a sip of water and Peter's eyes still don't leave him. They've made
it to Killing An Arab and all Isaac can hear is Robert Smith repeating the the
word 'staring' and he's staring and Peter is staring and...
This wolfsbane is pretty trippy.
Peter clears his throat, "It's like...pie. If I asked you what eating pie was
like, what would you say?"
Isaac blinks, he's not sure he can follow this conversation any more. At his
confused look Peter continues.
"Sex. You asked me to describe sex, I'm asking you to describe eating pie."
Isaac thinks maybe he follows, "There are so many different types of pie, and,
what if..."
Peter's nodding and motioning for Isaac to pass the glass of water he's just
finished taking a sip from. Isaac hands it over and watches as Peter turns the
glass and takes a sip from the part he'd been drinking from not a minute ago.
Isaac's nose catches a smell and it takes him a moment to realise the low grade
smell of arousal that's filling the room is coming from him.
He's looking Peter in the eye when he realises and he can't break away. He's
pretty sure he should be feeling embarrassment, but all he feels is calm and
kind of horny. He just wants to reach over and touch.
The room is silent. When had the room gone silent? Has Isaac been staring at
Peter through the last half of the album? He doesn't think so, but, wow.
Peter is standing up and bids Isaac a good night and suddenly he is alone in
the living room.
Isaac flops back onto the sofa, into the warm space Peter had just vacated.
He's thirsty and vaguely floaty and so turned on he doesn't even know what the
hell just happened.
Isaac lets out a small frustrated sigh and hits 'play' on the album again.
He'll just lay here for a little bit, before he heads into his room to take
care of his problem.
*
When Isaac wakes up the next day he feels slightly lethargic and a bit worried.
He can hear Derek moving about in the living room and he wonders if Derek can
tell anything about what happened in their last night.
Not that anything happened, not really, but Isaac thinks surely Derek should be
able to smell the wolfsbane all over the house. But he doesn't, either he
doesn't know what the smell is, he knows and doesn't care or.. Isaac doesn't
know, he's not a mind-reader. As long as Derek isn't mad and isn't stopping
them doing it Isaac isn't really sure he cares either way.
Isaac doesn't know why he's thinking that way, after the turns the evening took
he isn't sure if they'll ever be doing it again, he can't see Peter letting
them.
Except Saturday rolls around and finds them back on the sofa, Isaac curled into
Peter's side, Dusk Til Dawn playing on the TV. When the characters arrive at
the strip club Peter pulls out a familiar pouch and grabs Isaac's physics
textbook off the table. He starts using the book as a ledge to roll a joint and
Isaac thinks, okay, so this is a thing we do noe and he's really okay with it.
If Isaac spends most of the evening slightly aroused, well, he's not going to
say anything, not if Peter doesn't mind. If Peter asks Isaac thinks he's going
to blame it on the movie, it is in a strip club after all and look at Salma
Hayek.
It's not until Seth is losing his brother that Isaac has calmed and settled
enough to realise that the smell of arousal that's filled his nose since he
settled into Peter's side isn't just coming from him.
Isaac looks down at Peter and he thinks, yeah, he can see a slight hardness to
him through his jeans, just a hint, and hell, Isaac doesn't care if it's Salma
Hayek that's caused it, the smell is there, he knows what Peter smells like
aroused and that thought just flies straight to his groin. He'd been fine
before but now he's half hard and he needs to shift around, he needs to
rearrange himself.
Isaac gives in and reaches down to rearrange himself, and he just can't resist
pressing his palm against his dick. A small grunt slips out of his lips, he
can't help it, it just feels so good. He pulls his hand away and folds both of
his hands into his armpits. He can't start feeling himself up while watching a
movie with Peter, that's just...there are lines, Isaac is pretty fucking sure
there are lines.
Isaac still feels slightly light and relaxed down to his bones. Peter is taking
another drag on the joint and Isaac feels his dick twitch. Peter has to know,
there's no way Peter can't know what's caused this and suddenly Isaac feels
paranoia setting in. Peter will know, and this'll end, because he can't have
these types of feelings about Peter. Seriously, right now Isaac needs to get
up, get away, he can't, Peter will--.
"Shhh." Peter soothes and pulls Isaac into his side, wrapping an arm around his
shoulders and stroking a thumb idly across Isaac's arm.
"You need to calm down, don't get yourself worked up. Remember, calm,
everything's fine, you're safe, we're just going to sit here and watch this
film."
Isaac doesn't think he's ever heard Peter be so reassuring. Peter's told him
about the fear, he's read enough books to know about it. Once he's paranoid
it'll set it and...yeah. He's not going to think about that. He's going to
watch the movie and just...yeah.
Except, Isaac can't shake the thoughts of Peter finding out, and it doesn't do
anything to stop his boner, he just starts imagining scenarios and he gets so
caught up in them he almost thinks he feels a ghost of a hand over his
erection.
It's not something he's imagining though, he can feel a hand on his cock
through the fabric of his jeans. The hand is feeling up his length and suddenly
he's not only half hard anymore. Isaac looks over to Peter and his nostrils
flare. The smell of arousal is thick in the air, both his and Peter's.
Peter looks Isaac in the eye, "Can I?"
Isaac tries to swallow but his throat is painfully dry, he can't even, he tries
to nod but he's frozen in place. He licks his lips and tries again, he manages
to croak out a "Yes." And Peter is popping the button on his jeans and slowly
zipping down his fly.
Isaac tries to arch up into Peter's hand, but the arm that had been settled
across his shoulder holds him in place.
Peter is still palming him through the thin cotton of his boxers and Isaac
wants more. He wants to kiss Peter. He hasn't ever kissed anyone before and
suddenly he wants it more than anything.
Reaching over Isaac attempts to pull Peter towards him, Peter is the older and
stronger of the two of them, but he easily comes when Isaac tugs on his shirt.
Peter moves to straddle Isaac on the sofa so he's facing him.
Isaac wants to surge up to reach Peter to kiss him but he's still slow from the
wolfsbane and Peter pulls back out of his way. Isaac tries again and received
the same reaction, he would feel rejected if Peter's hand had at all left his
dick, but it hasn't, he was still rubbing at firmly through his boxers. Isaac
is so hard it almost hurts, he can feel the material of his boxers clinging to
the tip of his cock where his precome has made the material damp and sticky.
Isaac falls back into the cushions of the sofa, he wants to kiss Peter, he
knows he really wants to kiss Peter. Peter smiles in glee as Isaac settles
back, Peter leans forward with intent leans in and plants the slightest of
kisses against Isaac's lips. It's not enough, Isaac wants more, he knows
there's more to be had.
Peter grins and leans in again, the kiss is slightly more this time, but it's
still perfectly chaste, which is almost obscene considering Peter's hand is
wrapped around Isaac's cock. On the third kiss Isaac feels Peter's lips are
parted and he's now teasing teasing Isaac's bottom lip with his tongue. Isaac
feels like Peter is being gentle with him, like he knows that this is the first
time for Isaac for any of this and...Isaac doesn't know why that surprises him.
He's seen Peter be kind, maybe not to the other pack members, not directly and
not obviously, but there's always a level of kindness behind his recent
actions. Mostly. Except for when he's just messing with people.
Isaac parts his lips and tentatively brings his tongue up to meet Peter's and
in a moment of boldness he bring his hand up to grasp the back of Peter's neck.
The effect is instantaneous, Peter surges into the kiss and it immediately
becomes something filthier and dirtier and oh, Isaac likes this.
Hesitant and gentle was nice, but this, this is fantastic, he bucks up into
Peter's hand and he knows this is going to be painfully fast. He thinks the
only reason he hasn't come yet is the wolfsbane in his system, it's the only
reason he can think of that he--oh god, Peter's slipped his hand into Isaac's
boxers and suddenly there's nothing he can think of. This is going to be quick,
painfully quick.
Moaning into the kiss Isaac tangles his hand in Peter's slicked back hair
causing it to catch and stick up in different angles.
Peter pulls back and Isaac moves forward with him, trying to follow him, but
Peter pushes him back. He reaches down with one hand and undoes his own jeans.
Peter releases a small sigh of relief as he does it and Isaac feels bad, he
should have been--
"Oh no you don't, you're going to sit back and I'm going to get you off, don't
you worry about me, not now, not yet. Besides, there are choices."
Choices? What's Peter on about how could there possibly be choices
"Do you want my hand," he emphasises this option with a too dry stroke down
Isaac's cock. He shudders slightly but still presses up into Peter's hand.
Peter smiles and leans in for another kiss, it only lasts a few seconds before
Peter is pulling back and saying, "...or my mouth?"
Isaac can barely comprehend what Peter is offering, and when it catches up with
him he had to grab at his cock and squeeze painfully to stop himself coming
right there and then.
How the hell is Isaac supposed to pick? A blowjob would be...it'd be his first
blowjob, and the thought of his cock slipping in and out of Peter's mouth is
almost too much for him. Isaac whimpers.
But then, hand meant he'd be able to hold Peter, he'd be able to kiss Peter,
Peter would be able to talk so he'd be able to hear his voice and...yeah, right
now Isaac kinda liked that option.
Isaac licks his lips, "Hand, I want your hand. So your mouth is up here with
me."
Peter's grin is decisively wolfish, he pulls his hand out of Isaac's underwear,
pulling the waistband so it sits just under his cock, trapping his balls still
in and it's pressure and tight but not entirely uncomfortable. He holds out the
hand that's been wrapped around Isaac's cock right in front of Isaac's face.
His eyes are half closed and heavy lidded when he says, "Lick it."
Without wasting a second Isaac leans forward and licks a long stripe down
Peter's palm. He can taste himself on it amidst the taste of smoke and
wolfsbane and Peter. The smells are overwhelming and Isaac just wants to lean
forward and bury his nose in Peter's palm like a dog.
Peter's hand moves back to Isaac's trapped cock and wraps around it, firmly
stroking. Isaac leans in to Peter and gives in to the instinct to bury his nose
somewhere and buries it in Peter's neck.
The smells here are amazing, it smells like pack, and warmth, and spice, and
arousal and pure Peter and Isaac wants to mark, he wants to bite.
Peter has mirrored Isaac's position and starts biting and sucking at Isaacs
neck, his intentions to mark Isaac are clear and...does this mean Isaac can
mark Peter? Or at least can try before they fade away into nothing? Isaac nips
experimentally at Peter's neck and he feels Peter's hand stutter on the
upstroke.
Isaac hears a low growl and it takes him a second to realise it's coming from
him. Oh, urgh, this is just fantastic, how has he never done this before.
Peter's varying the speed of his strokes, frantically working Isaac up with a
series of fast quick strokes only to delve back down to slow teasing strokes
when Isaac feels like he might be almost there.
Wrapping his arms around Peter's back, he feels his claws come out as he
scratches at Peter's back, Peter swipes his thumb across the head of Isaac's
dick and that's pretty much it, Isaac is coming all over them with strips of
come reaching up and hitting their chins as they continue to kiss.
Isaac can't, this is, fucking hell this is amazing. Why was he not more
interested in doing this before? Fuck. Peter is stroking Isaac through his
aftershocks and lets go just as it starts to become uncomfortable. They aren't
stopping kissing and the come that hit their chins is getting knocked and
smeared and pulled as their kisses deepen.
After a few minutes Peter pulls away from Isaac and a small string of come
joins their chins. Peter lifts a finger up, catches it and before Isaac
realises what happening Peter is offering it to him. Isaac opens his mouth and
his tastes himself on Peter's finger. His cock gives a sad twitch as if to say
oh god what are you doing stop this now please this is too much.
Peter lets go of Isaac's arm and he falls back onto the sofa cushions. Fuck. He
feels so good right now he just can't, he feels like he's buzzing, with the
orgasm sitting ontop of the high from the wolfsbane and...Peter needs to feel
like him right the hell now.
Isaac opens a bleary eye and reaches for the open fly of Peter's jeans. Before
Isaac can get his hand there Peter bats it away.
"Bad puppy. Remember what I said, no touching for you for now."
Isaac makes a small noise of protest. "Why?" And Jesus is that his voice? He
sounds so hoarse and fucked out.
Without even being asked Peter climbs off of Isaac and passes him the glass of
water from the table.
"Because when you're awake and sober we're going to have a conversation and if
still want to then, then yeah, maybe we can. But for now? Now it's time for me
to take care of this, and for you to just...enjoy the show."
Isaac takes a deep drink of the water before he replies, "I guess, but I mean,
that was amazing, like, absolutely amazing, you are fantastic, I think I--"
"Shh. None of this. Now, stay there and just...yeah, let me see you."
Isaac watches and when Peter comes he thinks there isn't a more beautiful sight
in the world. Afterwards Peter is ridiculous with their clean up, he makes them
both shower and drops both of their clothes straight in the laundry.
*
Derek doesn't notice anything. No-one notices anything. It's not like Isaac
thought there'd now be a giant sign following him about that said, 'NO LONGER A
VIRGIN, RECEIVED HAND JOB FROM PETER HALE'. But, you know, werewolves, he
really thought someone might sniff something out, or notice a change or, hell,
he doesn't know. He's a tiny bit let down that no-one noticed, while at the
same time as being a bit relieved.
Isaac worries that when he's sober that'll be the end to it, except it's not
the end of it, infact it's nowhere near the end of it, one might almost call it
the beginning.
The first time Isaac blows Peter it's to 10:15 Saturday Night by The Cure and
Isaac likes the feel of that, except Peter makes it a whole lot further than
just that song these days. When he's done Peter says it's probably the most
sloppy and enthusiastic blowjob he's ever had. Isaac isn't sure if it's a
compliment or an insult, but that's pretty much standard for Peter.
They don't always fuck when they're high, sometimes they do it sober, and
sometimes they even do it on one of their beds. They know fucking about on the
sofa is slightly risky but it's almost with unsaid consent that they both like
the idea of getting caught; of being noticed. Isaac thinks that's why he likes
doing it outside of their bedrooms, but he's no idea why Peter does. Although
saying that, it's not like any werewolf who entered the apartment would fail to
notice the two of them if they were in the bedroom instead of the living room.
Nowhere in the apartment was safe from werewolf senses.
The first time they have full on penetrative sex Isaac is on top and they're in
Isaac's horrible single bed. He lasts about two thrusts before he's coming
inside and oh god that's embarrassing. But Peter doesn't seem to care. Isaac
eats his own come out of Peter and then blows him, he's a lot less sloppy these
days. Peter comes with Isaac's name on his lips. Isaac thinks Peter really
likes him and he thinks he might really like Peter too.
*
It's Isaac's fault that someone notices there's something going on between
them. It's not so much that they're hiding it, just that honestly is it anyone
else's business? There are enough tension and drama-filled relationships within
the pack, no-one needs one more to care about. And Isaac kinda likes having
Peter just to himself.
Any marks Peter or Isaac make on each other fade by the morning, it's not a
problem, it's barely even a thing. Isaac knows his wolf likes to mark Peter,
likes to see them on him and feel the surge of possessiveness. He likes to be
marked by Peter, likes to feel the tenderness of the marks before they fade. He
likes to feel like Peter is claiming him as his.
It's a night in early June and Derek is out of town meeting with a pack just
outside of San Francisco. Isaac loves nights like this, when they know Derek is
going to be out all night, because they can stay together afterwards. They can
let themselves fall asleep in a sticky pile of limbs and Isaac loves that.
Like, really loves it. He loves waking up to the smell of them, to Peter's arm
thrown over his chest and his stubble scratching at Isaac's neck.
He also likes waking up, in the middle of the night and being able to roll over
and gently start waking Peter up. It's not difficult because Peter is always
ready for another go and he never denies Isaac anything he wants.
Isaac had done that last night, or, he supposes, very early this morning. He'd
woken up hard and started to wake Peter with teasing stokes, they'd finished
and fallen back to sleep just as the sky was beginning to brighten. When he
reaches school he heads to his locker and is getting his books when he gets the
feeling of being watched. He looks around the hall and sees Lydia is standing
opposite him with her eyes fixed on his neck.
Isaac frowns why the hell is Lydia staring at his...Oh. Oh he didn't. Isaac's
hand flies to his neck as he remembers Peter's teeth biting and sucking at his
neck last night. Well, 'last night'. Early hours of this morning.
Isaac keeps his hand against his neck, he slams his locker shut and quickly
makes his way to the boys' toilets. He doesn't bother seeing what Lydia does.
The mirror confirms Isaac's suspicious, his neck is a mess. Seriously, Peter
had done good and Isaac feels a slight thrill run through him. He belongs to
someone, anyone who sees him can see he belongs to someone. Isaac knows they'll
probably be gone by lunchtime, and he figures he'll just skip his morning
classes and join again after lunch.
He figures Lydia will just let it go, it's nothing too interesting, right? And
what should she care anyway, Isaac's never been on her radar before and he
figures it'll stay that way.
Isaac waits until the morning is done and joins the rest of the pack at the
lunch table.
Stiles greets him with a friendly, "Hey man, sup?"
Isaac inclines his head in acknowledgement.
Lydia's eyes hone straight in on Isaac's now unmarked neck and Isaac looks
away, not wanting to make eye contact with her. You've never given a crap
before, Lydia, why start now?
The conversation on the table continues, and Isaac stays out of it, he's not
got much to add.
It's Scott that finally asks where Isaac was this morning.
"Sorry," Isaac shrugs. "I forgot something and had to head home."
Isaac doesn't check Lydia's face, he doesn't and he hopes no-one picks up on
his half-truth. He did forget something-- that Peter had marked his neck, and
he had to head home.
She doesn't say anything and no-one seems to notice, conversation carries on
and Isaac doesn't dwell on it anymore.
Isaac thinks he's got away with Lydia until he goes to leave the school parking
lot and Lydia is standing there, blocking his way.
He stops, he has no idea what he's supposed to do here so he just stand there
and waits for Lydia to start.
Lydia crosses her arms over her chest and moves to stand in front of Isaac.
"You're doing...something with Peter."
Isaac shrugs, what's the point in lying, begging, Lydia is going to do what
Lydia wants to do, he knows her well enough to know that. He sees her taking
that as confirmation that she's right.
"He's up to something, you know what he did to me, you know what he did to
Stiles. He's not safe. He's just playing with you...you can't trust him,
Isaac..."
Lydia reaches out to place her hand on Isaac's arm. He thinks she's trying to
be comforting or friendly or trying to gain his trust, he's not sure. He
doesn't really care.
"He's Peter, I know what I'm getting into." Isaac tries for reassuring, he
doesn't even know why he's trying to reassure Lydia about this, it's honestly
none of her business.
Lydia's face shows how little she believes him.
"Just, leave us alone, Lydia, you didn't care before you thought it was Peter,
so don't worry about me now. Peter and I are staying out of everyone's way,
we're not hurting anyone can't you just...leave us alone?"
"Isaac, your neck was a mess this morning, that's not normal."
Isaac snorts, "We're wolves, Lydia, the marks are gone now, they don't usually
last for more than a few hours. We were just up late last night."
"Isaac! Look at the rest of your pack, none of their boyfriends or girlfriends
are ever marked the way you were marked."
"Lydia, no-one but Erica and Boyd are two werewolves in a couple. Everyone else
is a werewolf and a human."
Lydia frowns, "They're never marked like you were, Isaac."
He shrugs again, "That we've seen, you've never seen me marked up before, have
you? And me and Peter aren't exactly a new thing."
Isaac regrets the words the second he sees Lydia's eyes narrow, "How long?"
It's been about nine months, but he doesn't want to tell Lydia that, he can see
the arguments. "Not too long, Lydia, just, drop it okay?"
For a moment Lydia looks like she's going to argue, but she stops and doesn't
say anything for a moment.
Isaac assumes it means the conversation is over and he carries on his way home.
*
It isn't until the next week that he comes home to find Stiles sitting on their
sofa that he realises he hadn't won the argument with Lydia; she'd just opted
to be a bit sneakier about it.
Isaac knows Stiles is in there before he even walks through the door. Stiles is
sitting on their sofa, happily watching some shitty after-school show with his
laptop perched on his lap.
"Hey Isaac, thought me and Derek would hang out here tonight if that's cool?"
Isaac shrugs, there's not exactly anyway he can say 'no' to his alpha's other
half, is there? He doesn't even have a plausible reason for refusing them. Last
year he would have welcomed Stiles coming over and wanting to spend time here,
even if it was only to spend time with Derek.
"No problems. You doing the history assignment?"
Stiles nods, "Yeah, you done yours yet?"
Isaac shakes his head, he normally talks through his ideas for assignments with
Peter who isn't home yet. That doesn't surprise him and he doesn't think Peter
will be home anytime soon. Since Derek and Stiles had got together Peter has
been giving them a wider berth than normal.
Derek eventually joins them and aimlessly channel surfs until Stiles prods him
into making them all dinner. It's nice, nothing fancy, but he'd forgot that
Derek used to cook for them when they first moved into the apartment.
It's getting late when Stiles yawns and says he better leave. Derek offers to
drive him home and he grabs the the keys to the Camaro and leaves with a rather
gruff, "I'll be back in a bit, you've got school in the morning...don't stay up
too late."
And Isaac really doesn't understand, he feels a surge of anger, he was fine and
now, urgh, Lydia has obviously spoken to Stiles and/or Derek and the thought of
them having that conversation just makes Isaac want to break something.
Isaac has been taking care of himself, his grades are fine, he's not in trouble
with anyone, he's learned so many new things and... Isaac can feel the anger
building and he really doesn't like this feeling. He thought he was past being
angry at everyone and everything.
Isaac takes a deep breath and goes to his own bed. It's late enough that Derek
could reasonably expect Isaac to be asleep when he returns, and then he won't
have to have awkward conversation with him.
Isaac twists in his bed and gets his sheets tangled around him. He's slept in
here so many times, always alone even after he'd spent the evening with Peter,
but now it doesn't seem as welcoming. He's agitated and Peter still isn't home,
Isaac hates this, how could he have been so stupid? He tosses and turns for a
little while longer before he realises there's no reason that he can't go and
crawl into Peter's bed right now.
Derek already knows, Peter obviously isn't coming home this evening and the
thought of the smell of Peter on the sheets has Isaac up and out of bed before
he even realises he's going to do it.
Peter's room is tidy and neat like it always is, the bed is freshly made but
the sheets are at least a few days old. Isaac crawls into Peter's bed and feels
calmer almost immediately. With the scent of Peter settling around him Isaac
curls himself around Peter's pillow and falls asleep.
*
The week carries on mostly in the same pattern, if Stiles can't come around
oddly Derek is around, or Erica, or Boyd or...anyone and everyone. It's nice to
see the pack spending more time around the house, but he misses the time he
spent alone with Peter.
Derek doesn't say anything about Isaac sleeping in Peter's bed, and so he does
it more and more frequently until he can't remember the last time he slept in
his own bed. Peter stops avoiding the house quite so much, but he often comes
home late at night and Isaac has school first thing in the morning. They spend
the nights curled around each other, sometimes they fuck, but mostly they
don't. Isaac isn't sure he likes the idea of Derek hearing him and Peter.
Weekends aren't any different from week nights, more often than not the pack
will slowly trickle into their appartment, happy to be around each other and
spend time together as a pack. Isaac thinks that, however unintentionally, the
pack are becoming closer through their mission to keep an eye on the two of
them.
Most evenings there will be someone from the pack gathered on their sofa,
watching shitty reality TV shows and discussing things from school. Soon people
start taking turns at cooking, Stiles tries to get them all to eat a bit
healthier until Derek reminds him that cholesterol isn't really an issue for
werewolves.
Peter and Isaac aren't into public displays of affection, nothing like Allison
and Scott, or Erica and Boyd. They're not even really into those PDAs that are
barely public, like the subtle closeness between Derek and Stiles.
Gone are the evenings where Peter and Isaac can settle down on the sofa for
their terrible vampire movies, their wolfsbane and their albums. Isaac wants to
be resentful of the pack, but, it's so much like having his family around him
that he finds it hard.
Eventually Isaac moves his stereo and some of his clothes into Peter's room,
and now they have a place they can spend time together.
There's only Derek and Stiles in the house tonight and they've been getting
awfully close on the sofa. Stiles is flailing over Tony's gadgets and Derek is
clearly not at all interested in the movie, only Stiles. Peter excuses himself
to get a drink, and when he doesn't come back after several minutes Isaac gets
up and follows him.
He finds Peter sitting on his bed and smiling as he takes a sip of his soda.
"You aren't coming back to watch the rest of Iron Man with us?"
Peter shakes his head, "I thought we might sit here and listen to something.
They won't notice we're gone." He pats the bed next to him and Isaac gently
closes the door and joins him.
Once he's settled, Peter hands him the remote control and Isaac hits play, he
hears the bass of Debaser fill up the room. He smiles up at Peter, "I love
Doolittle."
Peter grins back down at him, "I know you do."
They listen to the album and talk in low tones about their week, what's been
going on, and it's perfect. Isaac has missed spending time with Peter, just
them. Isaac is pretty sure Derek can hear them, but he doesn't really care any
more, and Derek's probably not paying attention anyway. With the music and the
close darkness of Peter's room it feels almost like they're alone again.
*
They don't smoke as much in the house, but that's okay, it wasn't something
they needed just something they enjoyed. Maybe when the pack trusts Peter more
they can share it with the rest of them.
Isaac never asks if Peter minds that he's the reason it's not just them
anymore, Isaac thinks Peter likes the way the pack is bonding and spending time
together, he just doesn't like to admit it.
Lydia constantly shoots Peter suspicious and distrustful looks and Stiles isn't
far behind. Isaac doesn't know what he can do to reassure them, Peter is still
his snarky self in pack meetings, even if Isaac thinks he's laying off of Derek
a little bit more these days.
Especially since Derek hadn't made a fuss, hadn't ordered them apart when he'd
found out. Sometimes Isaac thinks he should speak to Derek, thank him again,
reassuring him he knows what he's doing, or, something. But he has no idea how
to even start that conversation so he doesn't.
*
Isaac doesn't speak to Derek but he does come home from school one day to find
Peter and Derek trying to move a double mattress into Peter's room.
"Urgh, I told you we should have done this tomorrow when he has lacrosse
practice!" Peter complains tugging at the mattress ineffectually.
Isaac sees Derek roll his eyes, "If you hadn't taken so long to pick out a
mattress we'd have been finished hours ago."
"A mattress is an important thing! You spend nearly a third of your life on
your mattress, it should be exactly right. Isaac, come and give us a hand,
we've already got the bed set-up, just got to get this on it."
Isaac figures this means Derek is okay with him and Peter, he sees Derek
watching him carefully and gives his alpha a bright smile before moving over to
help them.
Isaac sees his smile returned in the small one that graces Derek's lips.
Peter's voice drifts over from behind the mattress, "Come on! I'm getting
tired, I need somewhere to lie down..."
Derek snorts and returns to trying to tilt the mattress so it'll fit through
the door frame.
*
Life has settled into something Isaac likes, he spends time with his pack, he
spends time with Peter, he spends time with them all together. It's been months
now and Peter hasn't made any move to do anything, he got a job with the local
library and says shushing teens is the best part of his day.
The pack are even coming to regard Peter as something other than a disaster
waiting to happen. Stiles is the first to stop watching Peter whenever they're
in the same room. It hadn't been constant staring but Stiles would periodically
turn around and look at Peter, just to see what he was doing.
Isaac knows things have changed for Stiles at least when Stiles invites Peter
to the small birthday party he's throwing at his house. Peter goes and there's
no death, no destruction, he even makes nice with the Sheriff.
Lydia, however, is a lot more reticent about welcoming Peter into the pack with
open arms. It's been over a year now and there's been nothing from Peter but
snark and wit and unasked for helpfulness. Isaac doesn't think warming up to
Peter now would count as 'welcoming him with open arms', he thinks it might
just be the kind thing to do. Isaac doesn't expect anyone to forgive Peter for
what he did, but he knows holding on to it the way the pack are isn't healthy
in any way, shape or form.
It's sometime after the incident with the vampires that Isaac notices Lydia's
attitude has changed. When she gets up to get something from the kitchen she
stops ignoring Peter's requests and actually returns with the items. When Lydia
organises pack events she no longer requests that Isaac, 'not bring the zombie,
please'. And...Isaac doesn't get it, he doesn't understand what's changed and
sometimes, Isaac's curiosity gets the better of him.
It's a little while later that he finds himself and Lydia alone in the
apartment after a pack movie night. Peter is off driving Scott and Allison
home, and Jackson has gone to bring the Porsche closer to the apartment.
Isaac is sleepily sprawled on the sofa watching Lydia button up her coat, it's
spring but there's still a chill in the air.
He looks over at her and realises that it's probably a perfect chance to ask
her about Peter.
"Lydia?" He calls softly.
Lydia 'hmmms' a reply from where she's putting on her beret.
"What changed?"
Lydia stops and turns to face Isaac on the sofa. "With what?"
She doesn't normally play dense with him, but apparently she is tonight because
Isaac can hear the slight change in her heartbeat that says she's lying.
"With Peter, you don't...you're different towards him. It's not like it was
before."
Lydia's face softens and he sits up to better study her.
"Do you remember the vampires?"
Isaac's confused by Lydia's apparent change in conversation, what have the
vampires got to do with this? He nods because of course he remembers the
vampires. (Seriously, vampires.) One of them had nearly drained him dry and
slashed him up pretty good. He'd spent the best part of a week in bed trying to
heal from the wounds.
"Of course I remember the vampires. I'm not likely to forget them anytime
soon.'"
"When we found you in that alleyway, It was me, and Derek, and Peter. I thought
you were dead you were so pale, and so did Derek, your heart was so slow. The
look on Peter's face though when we found you, the noise he made... Isaac he
wouldn't let you go. Not even when we realised you were still alive and we
needed to get you inside. He carried you himself, Isaac, and he didn't leave
your side until you woke up. Not even to kill the vampire that had done it to
you, do you see? Making sure you didn't wake up alone was worth more than
revenge to Peter. That's...an unbelievable change for him."
Lydia pauses for a moment before she continues, "I don't think he's using you,
or going to hurt you, he might be up to something else, but I don't think he
means any harm towards the pack. And...I think he loves you."
Isaac doesn't know what to say, Lydia is staring at him like she expects an
answer. He hadn't really thought about it before. He knows he doesn't want to
be away from Peter, he knows he doesn't want to go out there and find someone
else, he knows Peter makes him happy, and he wants to make Peter happy. Is that
loving someone? He thinks Peter feels those things for him as well, at least,
all his actions say he does.
It's been a few moments and he hasn't said anything to Lydia. Before he can
reply he hears Jackson walking up the stairs to their apartment. Lydia waves at
him as she walks towards the door.
"Bye Isaac, see you tomorrow."
Isaac manages to get out a, "Bye Lydia." Before the door of the apartment
closes.
He snuggles back into the sofa and waits for Peter to get back. The smell of
the pack is surrounding him, in his new family's home, he's wanted, he's safe
and he thinks he might just be in love. Isaac's not so lonely any more.
End Notes
     For any interested, the albums they obsess over:
     The_Cure_-_Pornography
     The_Cure_-_Boys_Don't_Cry
     Pixies_-_Doolittle
     I meant to slip The Stooges in there, Isaac was going to blow Peter
     to I_Wanna_Be_Your_Dog. And Peter was really supposed to fuck Isaac
     to Nine_Inch_Nail's_-_Closer. But they didn't fit so they slightly
     got cut. Woe. Maybe if anyone likes this I'll try and clear up one of
     those outtakes.
     Also, this fic was almost titled, 'You're Perfect Yes It's True, But
     Without Me You're Only You'. Because that's really their
     relationship, you know?
     If anyone's interested, you can find me on tumblr:
     saspiesas.tumblr.com Talk to me! I always like meeting new people...
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