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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Isaac_Lahey, Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Star_Wars_-_Freeform, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Hand_Jobs, Oral_Sex, Movie
      Night, Humor
  Series:
      Part 2 of Hymn_For_The_Cursed
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-20 Words: 1576
****** The Force ******
by lyo24boi
Summary
     Some short time after the end of Season 3A, Isaac sits Scott down to
     FINALLY watch Star Wars. At least, that was the plan. Season 3
     SPOILERS!
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"What the hell is this?" Scott grumbled, reading over a new e-mail from Stiles.
"What?" Isaac said from Scott's bed, having completely taken it over. Isaac's
upper body was propped up on Scott's pillow, one knee bent upwards and the
other straight out. Isaac was reading the required excerpt for their English
class—which had been filled by an incompetent substitute teacher since the
'disappearance' of Ms. Blake.
"Stiles…oh…never mind."
"What?" Isaac said, even more curious now. He looked up from his book to see
Scott peering over an email. When Scott didn't answer, Isaac got up on the
bathroom-side of the bed and walked up behind Scott to read it. But Scott,
sensing his movements, quickly went to close the browser but ended up
minimizing instead. "C'mon, show me," Isaac teased, wrapping his long arms
around Scott's torso, the blonde's left arm reaching for the mouse.
"Isaac…" Scott groaned, trying to wiggle his way out. "Don't, seriously."
But Isaac didn't care, and found more and more amusement with Scott's
'attempts' at resistance. Isaac finally managed to pull up the browser and saw
that it was titled: Things You Must Do Before The Next Crazy Thing Hits Beacon
Hills. "Number one…watch Star Wars. You still haven't seen Star Wars?"
"No," Scott groaned, cursing Stiles for now transferring his barrage of
pestering to his boyfriend.
"Wait, what does number five mean? 'Shag the blond mop.' Wait…you know what,
screw Stiles," Isaac said, releasing Scott and making his way back over to the
bed. "Why am I number five anyways?"
"Because you and Stiles have different priorities," Scott said, smirking before
clambered onto the bed and seductively crawled up to Isaac. He planted a
reassuring kiss on Isaac's lips before pulling back and smiling at him with
that dorky grin. "But I have my priorities straight, believe me."
Isaac pushed Scott over onto the bed next to him. "You're a dork sometimes,"
Isaac kid, looking down at Scott just lying there.
"You wouldn't be dating me if I weren't," Scott replied, still dawning that
grin.
"I dunno' about that. If I were really into dorks I wouldn't be dating one that
hasn't seen Star Wars."
Scott rolled his eyes. "You're as bad as Stiles."
"I know," Isaac replied, smirking before he smacked Scott's belly and got up.
                                    | TFU |
"So I'm confused," Scott said, staring frustratedly at the flat screen in the
family room.
"What about?" Isaac offered, pausing the movie for the fifth time, doing his
best to be patient with Scott's total lack of inter in sci-fi.
"Space is huge, right?" Isaac nodded. "So how did the Millennial Falcon
'accidentally' find the Death Star?"
"So, Luke and Obi-Wan are looking for a planet called Alderaan, right?" Scott
continued to look at him blankly. "Well the Death Star just blew up Alderaan,
okay? So, when they exited hyperspace—lightspeed—they found themselves in an
asteroid field. Still following?" Scott half nodded, half shrugged. "Well, that
asteroid field isn't actually an asteroid field. It's Alderaan, or, what
remains of it. So Han and Chewy tail the TIE-fighter to the Death Star which is
near-by. So, yes, space is big. But they're in the same vicinity and the Death
Star moves really slow. And, by the way, it's the MillenniUM Falcon."
"What'd I say?"
"MillenniAL. Just don't let Stiles catch you saying that. It's his favorite
ship."
"How do you know?"
"'Cuz we've talked Star Wars before."
"Really?" Scott said, surprised that Stiles and Isaac have ever talked about
something non-supernatural, let alone when Scott wasn't there. "When?"
Isaac shrugged. "I dunno.' Just before."
"Huh." Scott reached over and grabbed the remote on Isaac's left side before
pressing play. Soon, they got to the scene where Luke first encounters Leia
dressed as a Stormtrooper and Scott's hand on Isaac's thigh moved to the
blonde's waistband, the fingers delicately teasing their way underneath.
"Scott…" Isaac grumbled, not taking his eyes off the screen, even though Scott
was clearly looking at him. "Seriously, watch the movie," Isaac directed when
Scott's fingers first breached the boy's boxer-trunks waistband. "Scott—hah…"
Isaac's eyes clamped shut as Scott delightfully wrapped his fingers around
Isaac.
It'd been a while for both of them, not since before the Beacon Hills High
School Memorial Concert; after Scott and Isaac got home from the final skirmish
with the darach, they'd been interrupted every time. "Nghh…" Scott increased
his ministrations, both in speed and tightness. Isaac was hot between his
fingers, and Scott only got turned on more. He brought his lips to Isaac's neck
licked and kissed and pressed against the skin. "Scott…ugh, I'm gonna'…nghh."
And Isaac was finally coming, over Scott's hand and between his trunks.
When he finally opened his eyes, he found his alpha staring at him hungrily.
Isaac's face heated slightly and Scott removed his hand. Isaac leaned over and
kissed him, hard, and passionately. Their tongues melded, exchanging sweet
tenderness and heat between them before Isaac began to rub on the front of
Scott's jeans. The brunette shuddered into their kiss and even gasped. Isaac
took that as a cue and pulled back, smirking at Scott's fluttering eyes before
getting down on the floor and kneeling between Scott's knees. "Isaac…you don't
have to…"
They hadn't made it this far, or rather, they'd skipped this step. Of course
their first moment of intimacy, they'd gone all the way. But that was a fluke
of pure need and animalistic desire. Everything since had been the true budding
of a relationship. Emotionally: they'd been on dates and talked more intimately
about personal details, past and current. Physically: everything had been
making out and handjobs…until now.
Isaac started slow, just looking seductively up into Scott's face as he jerked
his alpha. Scott just looked down at him with an 'O' face, his cheeks far too
flushed to reply. And when Isaac first brought his tongue to the head of
Scott's dick, Scott's head fell back and his hands quickly made it to Isaac's
curls. "Hah…" Scott gasped as Isaac progressed further and further. Scott's
fingers glided through the beta's soft hair and only tightened when Isaac
finally, tentatively but eagerly took Scott into his mouth. "…Isaac…"
Isaac breathed in all the scents coming off of Scott's body. The smell of his
dick coated with his own saliva. A hint of musk in his pubes. But best of all,
the arousal seeping out of every inch of Scott's skin. Isaac moved further
down, taking Scott deeper and tightening his lips. Scott's fingers tightened
even more and soon Isaac was bobbing on Scott's dick. They were both making
sounds, Scott being forced to from the vibrations that tremored around his dick
every time Isaac moaned in delight. "Is—…Isaac…not gonna' make…ahh." Isaac
forced himself as far down as he could go and he gripped Scott's bare thighs
tightly as the brunette came.
It was all new for Isaac. But even more so, weird. Nothing about the experience
matched anything Isaac could have expected. The texture. The flavor. The
temperature. It was all…weird. But he swallowed anyway, and that was even more
bizarre. Something he'd have to seriously consider if he wanted to do again.
But when he fell back on the couch next to a totally orgasmed-out Scott, he was
all smirks and grins. He leaned over and kissed Scott's crooked jaw, the boy's
head fallen back completely on the cushion behind them.
"That was…wow…" Scott finally said, Isaac's head resting on his shoulder.
"Yeah," Isaac agreed, exhaling, watching Han and Luke combat the four TIE-
fighters assaulting the Millennium Falcon, though certainly not paying any real
attention to it.
Scott picked up his head and looked down at his bare crotch. "We should get
cleaned up." He looked over at Isaac's crotch, his mouth finding its way
between Isaac's curls to plant a kiss. "Especially you. That can't be
comfortable." Isaac only shrugged. "C'mon, let's go upstairs. We can watch this
another time. Especially since I have no idea what's going on anymore."
"Sounds good, 'cuz I don't wanna' answer any more questions tonight," Isaac
teased.
"What about this one: wanna' make out on my bed?"
Isaac smirked and darted off of the couch, Scott hot on his heels as they
stomped up the stairs.
                                    | TFU |
Ding dong.
Stiles got up from the couch to answer the door. "That'll be $32.70," the pizza
guy said. Stiles handed over a wad of cash and in turn was handed two large
pizzas. He looked over, happy to see that Scott and Isaac hadn't scooted over
to steal his spot. He placed the pizzas on the coffee table before them and sat
back down, Scott on his right, Isaac on his left.
"I'm proud of you guys," Stiles, smugly grinning at them both as he opened the
top box.
"You took the remote," Scott said.
"And we knew you'd quiz us otherwise," Isaac finished.
"Very true," Stiles said proudly, his gaze turning to see Han and Leia arguing.
"Mmm…this is my favorite line," he said through a mouthful of all-meat pizza.
He laughed when Leia referred to Chewbacca as a walking rug but quickly stopped
when he noticed that he was the only one laughing. "You guys suck."
"Only he has," Scott said, smirking.
Stiles coughed as he choked on the giant bite and Scott cackled, Isaac
reddening slightly.
End Notes
     First one to accurately guess what the divider acronym stands for
     wins a free request-fic. Only rule: the acronym has to mean what I
     mean it to mean.
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