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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV), Teen_Wolf_(TV)_RPF
  Relationship:
      Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey_&_Scott_McCall, Scisaac, Scott
      McCall/Isaac_Lahey
  Character:
      Isaac_Lahey, Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Frottage, First_Kiss, Getting_Together, bed_sharing
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-30 Words: 2639
****** Coming Clean ******
by lauz
Summary
     Isaac tells Scott he has feelings for him.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Isaac wasn't stupid, no, not at all. In fact, he was actually quite smart,
despite his grades in chemistry. (But hey, who was actually passing that class?
No one. Apart from maybe Danny, Stiles and Lydia) not that it mattered right
now anyway, Isaac was too busy trying to wrap his head around Scott McCall.
Slightly dim, puppy resembling, lacrosse captain Scott McCall, who had him
questioning more than his own intelligence.
Scott McCall was an enigma, that was the only word Isaac could think of to
describe him. An enigma. Scott McCall was a riddle, a walking contradiction, a
paradox within himself. There were many things about him that Isaac couldn't
understand, for example: Scott didn't particularly like Derek, yet he helps him
out when he needs it, “because we’re brother’s regardless” Scott says when
Isaac asked, he helps everyone when he didn't need too. They weren't his
responsibility but he still believed he could help them.
The thing about Isaac Lahey is that he is a nobody and no one really cared
about him. He was just some creepy kid who dug graves and got average grades,
nothing special. Even after 'the bite' he didn't really gain a rung on the
social ladder - except maybe a few freshman's being afraid of him. Everyone
still avoided him and he was still as invisible as ever.
Then Scott McCall (of all people) came along, Scott McCall who could barely
control his own werewolf instincts on a full moon wanted to help Isaac, wanted
him to be safe and in control of his powers.
Scott McCall; the confused, loved up puppy, who showed him how to take away
pain and freaking cries about it, who tries to see everyone in their best
possible light, who doesn't know what the hell he's doing most of the time.
Scott McCall who gave him one reason to stay when there was a million to run.
Isaac finds himself outside Scott's house, he stands on the front lawn looking
up at the bedroom window. Isaac could smell him, he was in the shower, probably
attempting to wash off everything that happened that night. Isaac sniffed again
smelling Stiles' unusual scent of cinnamon, he strained his ears and hearing
his soft snores.
A part of Isaac wanted to climb up to Scott's room and tell him everything. The
other part wanted to run back to Derek and Peter and bury his feelings deep
down. Isaac turned on his heel, ready to leave when he hears Scott whisper his
name. He froze, turning back to Scott's house.
"You can come up, y'know. Stiles and my mom are asleep," Scott's voice rings
clearly in his ears.
"Uh, okay. If you're sure." Isaac agrees, trying to ignore the fluttering in
his stomach.
Isaac used his claws to help him scale a tree in Scott's yard and jump to the
window sill, he managed it with ease. A small smirk of achievement graced his
lips as he stepped onto Scott's bed through the window, (carefully, might he
add) so he didn't main or wake a sleeping Stiles.
Scott emerged from the steamy bathroom attached to his room, with nothing but a
towel clad loosely around his waist. Isaac averts his eyes awkwardly to the
floor, playing with his feet in a childlike manner.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked seriously, rubbing his hair with another towel.
"I guess so yeah, I'm used to near death encounters." Isaac tried to pass it
off as a joke but Scott just frowns at him.
"I'm so sorry you got dragged into this, you don't deserve it. None of you do,"
Scott sighs, sitting down next to Isaac.
“Neither do you Scott,” Isaac says barely above a whisper, still looking
awkwardly to the floor.
The pungent odour of Scott's freshly showered skin was making Isaac's skin
crawl, in all the best ways possible. He tried to ignore it by scrunching up
his nose and turning away, Scott giggled (fucking giggled).
"What? Do I smell of wet dog or something?" Scott joked elbowing Isaac’s ribs
gently.
"No, more like... peaches." Isaac concluded, making eye contact with him for
the first time.
"Oh."
Isaac nodded, quickly turning away from Scott again, hiding the blush creeping
up onto his cheeks. Scott leaned in, Isaac's eyes wide and confused. Scott
sniffed a few times, smiling.
"You smell like... Pumpkin lattes, y'know those coffee drinks the coffee-shops
make in the fall?" Scott said simply, taking Isaac's arm and snuffling it.
"I don't even like pumpkins." Isaac frowned still eyeing Scott, who was getting
incredibly close to his neck.
"How can you not like pumpkins? They're awesome, I like pumpkin lattes." Scott
inhales his scent from under Isaac's neck, his hot breath tickling the pale
skin.
"They're too big and orange." Isaac whimpers, scrunching up his nose in
disgust.
Scott looked up at Isaac, his blue eyes so deep and wonderful Scott wanted to
drown in them. Scott's lips were almost touching Isaac's neck, hovering
centimetres away, his breathing soft and steady against him, the opposite of
Isaac’s.
Stiles moved from deep under Scott's covers, mumbling incoherent profanities as
he surfaced.
"Just freakin' fuck already, oh my god." He snapped, rolling his eyes.
"Stil-"
"Shut up Scott, I'm taking this pillow because it's comfy and I love it and
then I'm going to the other room to sleep and you and your pumpkin smelling
werewolf boy toy over here are gonna get it on. Okay? Okay, don't be too loud."
Stiles quipps, irritated as he leaves.
Scott threw himself back on his bed, laughing heartily. It was like music to
Isaac's ears, he hadn't heard Scott laugh like that since...well, ever really.
It was a beautiful sound, to say the least. When Scott managed to regain his
composure, he patted the empty space next to him.
Isaac toes off his shoes and crawls up to him, curling into the warm patch
where Stiles had just been. Scott shuffled closer to Isaac, his ear over his
heart. Scott heard it thud wildly against his rib cage, it didn't thud like
Allison's. It thudded like Isaac.
"What are you doing?" Isaac asks softly, his long nimble fingers running
through Scott's damp hair, twirling the ends.
"I could ask you the same question." Scott chuckles, tracing the patterns on
Isaac's shirt.
Isaac sighs, he was content like this. He could tell by the steady drum of
Scott's heart he was too (despite Stiles' outburst). Isaac pulls the smaller
boy closer, nuzzling his hair. It still smelled of peaches.
"Isaac?" Scott wonders aloud, "Can I kiss you?"
Nodding, Isaac pulls away from Scott's hair, looking down at him. Isaac melted
into his brown eyes, they’re like melted chocolate holding such a puppy like
resemblance. They were so innocent and pure, much like Scott.
Scott lifted his head off of Isaac’s chest slowly closing the space between
them, Isaac's heart drummed against his chest so hard he could feel it in his
throat and hear it beating in his ears, almost certain Scott can feel it too.
Kissing Scott was unlike anything Isaac had ever experienced, sure he'd kissed
people before (even gone a little further with Erica that one time out of
boredom) but nothing like Scott, he’s soft and gentle. Caring, almost. Wait,
no. Definitely caring.
It was a little tense and awkward to begin with, much like everyone's first
kiss with someone. But they grew into it, it wasn’t rushed or rough, it’s soft
and sweet. Isaac could have stayed there forever, kissing Scott like that.
"Mmm, you're a good kisser." Scott mumbles his eyes half shut, smiling against
Isaac's mouth.
Isaac grinned, the sides of his eyes crinkling happily, Scott mumbled something
about the crinkles and giggled. Isaac pecked Scott's lips, rubbing his nose
with his own. Eskimo kisses were one of Isaac's favourite things, not that he'd
admit that to anyone, ever.
"I ne-need to tell you something." Isaac stumbles softly, a hand resting gently
on Scott’s cheek.  
"What’s up?" Scott sighs, his free hand finding its way over Isaac's.
"I've been having all these feelings toward you lately, romantic feelings. I
think." Isaac avoids Scott’s eye, his face heating up.
Scott looks at him beaming excitedly, he pulls Isaac's face to his and kisses
him gently. Scott's tongue swipes his lip, prying Isaac's mouth open as
carefully as he can. Scott dips his tongue in Isaac's mouth, tasting
everything. Isaac's tongue laps back at Scott's hungrily, tasting as much of
him as he can. Scott tugged the soft curls behind the younger boy’s ear, making
him gasp into his mouth. Scott giggles, still smiling against his mouth.
"I like you too." Scott's eyes lit up, Isaac could feel his wolf howl happily
inside of him.
Scott grins nosing Isaac's neck softly, kissing and nibbling. Isaac breaths out
heavily, blunt nails digging into Scott's skull. Scott's tongue glides over the
soft skin on Isaac's neck, his pulse speeding up in Scott's ears, spurring him
on more. Isaac whimpers Scott's name in his ear, nuzzling his nose in his
sodden hair.
Scott's lips trail down Isaac's neck to his collarbone, his warm hands running
up his shirt feeling everything he possibly could. Isaac let out a soft noise
of approval, baring more of his neck so Scott could get a better angle.
The smaller boy pressed his nose to the taller boy's neck, sniffing eagerly and
letting out an appreciative whine. Isaac angles his neck so he could bare as
much of it as possible to Scott, a form of submission. Scott licked the skin,
in long broad strokes. Isaac whimpered, tugging Scott's hair softly.
"Sc-Scott..." Isaac tries.
"What is it?" Scott smiled against his neck, still nibbling the delicate skin.
"I've never - I've never..." Isaac mumbled hiding his face in Scott's shoulder.
"Only - only Erica. Kinda."
Scott chuckles softly pressing his lips to the taller boy’s hair, his hands
riding his shirt up. Isaac inhales sharply when Scott scratches his hips with
his nails, leaving red marks.
"We don't have to do anything you’re not okay with," Scott reassured, kissing
his lips quickly.
"May-maybe not fully? I don't know, just please don't put your dick in my ass
tonight." Isaac said seriously, Scott couldn't contain his laughter.
"I'm - I'm not gonna - gonna put my dick anywhere it - it's not - not welcome,
'Sac." Scott laughed, tears pricking the side of his eyes.
Isaac started to laugh too, "I'm serious Scott!"
"I know, nothing needs to happen that you're uncomfortable with. I promise,”
Scott swears, pressing a quick kiss to Isaac.
Isaac nods as his cheeks flush, he hides his face in Scott's neck, "Okay."
Scott moves to straddle Isaac, his hands slipping up his t-shirt, “I’d like to
taste you.”
Isaac looked up at him, eyes wide as his dick starts to strain against the
confines of his underwear and jeans, his mouth is dry as he manages to whisper
out, “I think I would like that too.”
The other boy nods, peeling off Isaac’s shirt and dropping it onto the bedroom
floor. Isaac’s burning red hot as Scott starts to work on the buttons of his
jeans, he slides them down with ease giving Isaac’s dick a small amount of
release from the pressure. He can’t help but watch Scott’s every move
carefully, he watches him palm his dick through grey boxers as a small bead of
pre-cum dots the fabric. Isaac’s throat betrays him as he lets out a little
whine, Scott’s eyes shoot up to Isaac’s and he nods.
“Please keep touching me,” Isaac breathes out, “Don’t stop – please…”
Scott quirks an eyebrow at him before lowering to kiss his hips, licking a
strip up to his stomach. Isaac puffs out quick breaths, wishing Scott would
stop teasing him. He runs his hands into the other boy’s hair, trying to gently
push him down to his throbbing dick.
“Patience ‘Sac,” Scott mumbles coyly, dipping a hand into Isaac’s boxers.
He pumps his dick a few times, slicking it up with milky white pre-cum that’s
spilling eagerly from the tip. Isaac tries to rut his hips up and into Scott’s
hand, but he holds him down with another as he lowers his boxers down his hips.
Isaac whimpers, feeling his dick free of fabric, it’s hot and thick against his
thigh, Scott sinks down to lick a small broad stroke up the head of Isaac’s
dick. He gasps, groaning as he squirms under Scott.
“Please Scott,” He begs, “Stop – Stop teasin’.”
Scott smirks, taking the other boy fully into his mouth and bobbing up and
down. He works up a rhythm quickly, jerking his dick in time with his mouth.
Isaac’s moaning under him, thrusting upwards trying to get as much of himself
into Scott’s pretty mouth as possible.
He hollows his cheeks around Isaac, he tugs on Scott’s still damp hair.
“You taste so good, Isaac,” Scott mewls looking up at him as he licks the side
of his dick.
Isaac takes a mental picture of this moment, Scott’s lips ruby red from blowing
him covered in spit and cum, damp hair sticking out on end, his eyes blown out
in a mixture between arousal and pleasure. I did that, Isaac thinks to himself,
he bites his lip feeling his aching dick twitch in Scott’s hand.
“Sco – Scott, please, I wanna, please…” Isaac all but sobs as Scott teases his
head, licking over the slit.
“What is it?” Scott coos, bobbing his head a few more times, “You want to cum?”
Isaac nods frantically, “P-please.”  
“Can I try something?” Scott breathes towering over Isaac, one hand on the
towel around his waist.
“Of course,” Isaac leans up to kiss him open mouthed, it’s filthy when Scott
licks into his mouth. Isaac can taste his own pre-cum on Scott’s tongue, he
whines biting into the other boy’s lip.
Scott pulls back, letting the towel drop from his waist and Isaac can’t help
but stare at his dick twitching against his skin, it was leaking too. Isaac’s
eyes trail up from his dick to the muscles on his stomach, a blush paints his
cheek as he reaches Scott’s eyes. He’s smirking down at Isaac, he repositions
himself so his dick’s in line with Isaac’s and rolls his hips down to rub their
dicks together. There’s a jolt of electricity through Isaac’s dick, making him
quiver.
He grabs Scott by the shoulders pulling him down to kiss him sloppily, their
dicks meeting in perfect sync making them both moan into each other.
“I don’t think I’m going to last ‘Sac,” Scott’s mouth is slack as he grinds
down shakily, “Fuck, I’m going to cum. Isaac, I’m going to cum.”
Scott whimpers into Isaac’s mouth before releasing between their bodies,
Isaac’s in awe as Scott as he jacks his dick. He’s so close too, the feeling
pooling in the bottom of his stomach, his muscles clench as Scott flicks over
the slit with his thumb. There’s so much pressure built up in Isaac, he thinks
he might die. Scott leans down to flick his tongue over Isaac’s head and that’s
it, he cums with a shudder spilling all over Scott’s hand.
Scott basically flops himself on top of Isaac, humming against his neck
happily, “Are you okay?”
“Y-Yeah,” Isaac nods trying to steady himself and his breathing, running his
fingertips up Scott’s back, “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me ‘Sac,” Scott giggles, “But thank you too. How ‘bout
I get this mess cleaned up and we get some sleep?”
Isaac blushes, “I can take the floor or the couch. Whatever’s easiest.”
“I mean, I was kinda hoping we could sleep in my bed together…” Scott mumbles,
not quite reaching Isaac’s gaze.
“That – That’d be okay too,” Isaac smiles gently.
End Notes
     I've not written anything in about three years and I've had this
     sitting in multiple WIP folders since 2014 and I haven't watched Teen
     Wolf since then too so, go easy on me please.
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