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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall_(past)
  Character:
      Isaac_Lahey, Scott_McCall, Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Character_Study
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-09 Words: 1074
****** the antithesis of storybooks ******
by greenerias_(cosmosima)
Summary
     If he stands close enough, Isaac can feel the heat thrumming
     underneath Scott’s skin, beating in tune to his heartbeat, and it
     makes his head spin. That’s nothing, though, compared to the feeling
     that comes on when he stares at the curve of Scott’s spine, the line
     of his body when he laughs in that special way, throwing all of
     himself into it. Scott is bright and shining and beautiful and Isaac
     wants.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
If he stands close enough, Isaac can feel the heat thrumming underneath Scott’s
skin, beating in tune to his heartbeat, and it makes his head spin. That’s
nothing, though, compared to the feeling that comes on when he stares at the
curve of Scott’s spine, the line of his body when he laughs in that special
way, throwing all of himself into it. Scott is bright and shining and beautiful
and Isaac wants.
It’s a constant buzzing in the back of his head, a tiny voice whispering
ScottScottScott.It’s daydreams about how the other boy would look with his back
to the wall, mouth red and raw, looking softly up at Isaac through his
eyelashes. It’s that need, that need that consumes him.
--
Rain drips down the windows- Isaac hears it –but the curtains are drawn. The
door is locked, too.
Isaac doesn’t remember how they got here; with his mouth on Scott’s skin,
pressing his warmth everywhere, marking him. Scott throws his head back against
the wall and locks his legs tighter against Isaac’s waist, but he can’t make a
coherent noise when Isaac’s got his fingers deep inside him like this, brushing
spots that haven’t ever been touched before. Instead he moans and gasps, tiny
little reminders that he feels just as good as Isaac does.
“Scott”,Isaac mouths against his skin. “Want you so bad, oh god.” He’s dimly
aware that he’s started to rut against Scott, revealing that he’s not as in
control as he’d like to pretend.
“I-Isaac,” Scott mumbles, shaky and breathy. He presses his fingers to Isaac’s
zipper and makes a wrecked noise.
After that it’s a rush, a rush of moving and pushing and shaky whispers of
faster, and oh god,and Isaac.Scott says his name over and over again and Isaac
thrusts into him, wanting more, taking more. Isaac calls his name- “Scott!”
–when he comes, but Scott is silent, breathing hard and gasping like there’s
not enough air.
They both just stay there for a while, even after they’re both sticky and
softening, Isaac inside Scott. Not moving, not thrusting, just- being.
--
They don’t talk about it afterwards, but it becomes a regular thing for them-
the sex. They’ll be sitting in Scott’s room, and Isaac will brush a kiss to
Scott’s collarbone, or Scott’ll lick his lips and move toward Isaac, and it’ll
start.
But they won’t talk about it.
--
They could get caught by anyone. The door’s wide open, and despite Scott’s mom
being home, Isaac is worried; but Scott doesn’t seem to care. He’s on his
knees, fiddling with Isaac’s zipper, teasing at it with his teeth.
When he finally, finally takes Isaac into his mouth, Isaac doesn’t last long.
He pulls at Scott’s hair, not closing his eyes. He wants to watch Scott, stare
at his blown pupils, the obscene way his Adam’s apple bobs. Scott isn’t a pro
at this, not by a long shot, but he hums and deepthroats and-
And Isaac is gone, so gone.
Scott swallows.
--
“What are we?”
The question hangs in the air for a few moments after dropping off Scott’s
lips. He’s lying in the bed, his back pressed to Isaac’s stomach. It’s only a
little more than a whisper, like Scott was unsure whether or not he wanted to
be heard.
“I don’t know,” Isaac says. “Whatever you want us to be, I guess.” He pulls at
Scott’s hair, just soft little tugs, and feels Scott relax against him.
--
Isaac knows that Derek can smell it all over him. Scott’s smell, his earthy
scent, the one that was all over Allison a while back.
But he doesn’t care. Derek doesn’t say anything about it, just- nods, jerkily,
and-
“Be careful,” he whispers. Isaac raises an eyebrow at him and replies, “I’m not
going to give him any- diseases,if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Not that,” says Derek. “I meant-” He sighs. “Don’t get your heart broken and
don’t break his.”
Isaac scoffs. “It’s just sex,” he says, frosty. “Why would I get my heart
broken?”
And he can’t figure out for the life of him why Derek looks so sadly at him.
--
It’s not just sex, sometimes. Sometimes Scott will move closer to him,
unconsciously, and they’ll just stand there for a while, not knowing what to
do. They’ll stand there and feel the heat coming off each other’s bodies, the
radiating warmth that comes with the amber eyes.
Other times, they’ll kiss. Isaac will pull Scott into himself, and the two of
them will stay with their lips pressed against one another’s, for as long as
their bodies will let them.  And afterwards they’ll remain with their faces
close to each other, denying the electric pull between them. Holding their
urges at bay.
And when Isaac realizes, it’s like the wave he’s been drifting away from has
come crashing down on top of him, and he drowns.
--
Isaac notices the subtle things about Scott. The way his hands always smell a
bit like dishwasher soap, the way he smiles different for certain things. His
nervous tics- the way he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, the way his hands
ball up into fists sometimes.
Isaac is so, so hopelessly fucked.
--
“Don’t break him,” says Stiles, out of the blue. Scott’s asleep- he’s had a
rough night- and Stiles is bandaging Isaac’s hands, not looking at him.
Isaac looks up, startled.
“He’s just gotten out of a relationship,” explains Stiles. “When he likes
someone- he puts all of himself into it, you know? Like- it’s intense, and it
hurts him like a bitch when the person he’s put his trust into- well, you
know.”
Isaac nods, still feeling a little startled.
“So,” says Stiles, after he’s done. “Assassin’s Creed?”
“I’ll totally kick your ass,” Isaac assures him. Stiles shoves him off the bed
with a “we’ll see about that,” and it feels- nice. Normal. The way friendship
is supposed to feel.
--
If he stands close enough, Isaac feels the heat thrumming underneath Scott’s
skin. But if he closes that tiny bit of distance, lets that electric spark go
free, he feels so much more. He feels complete, even though he isn’t sure what
he was missing, before. He laughs and says, “I love you,” against Scott’s neck.
It’s tiny and whispery and breathy, not at all confident.
And Scott smiles and whispers, “Isaac,”under his breath, and it’s enough.
End Notes
     oh gosh, this is terrible. i just wrote this in a fit of 'there needs
     to be more bottom!scott' and aaagh, it turned into this.
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