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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Stiles_Stilinski/Isaac_Lahey, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey, Erica_Reyes, Allison_Argent
  Additional Tags:
      Public_Sex, Hand_Jobs
  Series:
      Part 1 of Sweetness
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-08 Words: 2547
****** Sweetness ******
by Gwarsh
Summary
     He was supposed to be saving Lydia today, now he needed the saving.
     (Original Prompt: Isaac/Stiles
     Instead of Isaac telling Stiles how he asked Lydia to date him, Isaac
     tells Stiles how he asked out some guy. As Isaac tells Stiles the
     story, Stiles continues being really sassy until he slowly realizes
     who Isaac is talking about. Freshman!Stiles didn't see himself being
     attractive to gay guys, so he basically thought Isaac just wanted to
     hang out and be friends. Isaac possibly slides his hands all over
     Stiles' pants while dirty talking to him during class. And later
     makeup sex and messy blow jobs to apologize for throwing Stiles to
     the ground during the break in.)
Notes
     A/N: I promised myself I would leave writing alone forever! BUT
     between the Avengers, Sherlock, and Teen Wolf…. My resolve crumbled
     and BAM! I filled something. I hope y’all enjoy. I need to go find
     more prompts and fill dammit.
     I'm scared and all kinds of nervous posting this.
     Thanks for reading!
(.) 
 
 
“But when and where?” Stiles whispers. The grip he has his backpack slackens
when they spot Lydia in the chemistry classroom.
 
Thankfully she’s sitting upfront and gloriously alone.
 
He’s seconds away from telling Scott to sit next to her when he sees the two
leather clad werewolves stroll in through the backdoor. Was leather part of the
standard evil werewolf uniform or something? What was up with that?
 
Stiles pulse is racing when Scott stated,  “I think here and now.”
 
Erica smirked across the room at them and Isaac has a matching grin. Funny how
about two weeks ago Isaac was shuffling in with shoulders slumped. With all the
slouching and flinching before Stiles really hadn’t noticed just how tall the
other teen was. He misses the old days.
 
Stiles steps back slightly when he noticed that Isaac was leering at him. They
stared at each other before everyone’s eyes go back to Lydia who’s entirely
oblivious to what was happening.  Stiles was just about to run, but Scott's
already busting out toward the seat. Erica tried to beat him there, but her
lips twist in annoyance when she failed.
 
Isaac however walked, even as Stiles slides onto the oh-so-comfortable standard
chemistry stool, he knows Isaac has let them win with or without Erica
realizing. It’s that thought that unnerves him. It frightened him actually.
 
He tried to smile disarmingly at Lydia, thinking that somehow they’d saved her.
She only gives him and disgusted look. It made the day feel more normal. 
Stiles managed to relax for all but two seconds until Isaac and Erica sit
directly behind them.
 
Shit!
 
They can’t do anything…they aren’t sitting with Lydia.
 
They can’t!
 
He stole a single glance back. Erica batted her eyelashes at him somehow she
looked both flirtatious and threatening. Isaac looks very smirk-y… is that even
a word, but he’s been wearing that same face for days now. So smirk-y is now a
work officially.
 
Mr. Harris’s dour voice was behind him increasing as he stalks closer to him.
 
“Einstein once said two things are infinite: The universe and human stupidity.
And I’m not sure about the universe. I myself have encountered infinite-“
 
-a pat on his shoulder-
 
“stupidity.”
 
His face flushed; this isn’t the time for standard teenage embarrassment. Yet,
no matter how many times Mr. Harris humiliated him, he can’t help but feel like
hiding his face. He gritted his teeth and steels his features. He fights with
the supernatural and he can't let someone like Harris faze him.
 
The teacher sighed, “So to combat the plague of ignorance in my class you’re
going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let’s see if two
head are indeed better than one.”
 
Safe for the day from Harris now! -
 
“Or in Mr. Stillinski’s case, less than one.”
 
What was it pile on the shit day? Mr. Harris is officially on the i-hate-you-
forever-will-not-give-christmas-card-list.
 
“Erica take the first station. Start-“
 
Every guy who didn’t know that Erica grew a hairy chest on the full moon had
his hand waving in the air.
 
“I didn’t ask for volunteers put you’re hormonal little hands down. Start with
Mr. McCall.”
 
Crap!
 
Thankfully the shuffle ended up with Allison sitting with Lydia. He was alone
the first round; no one will sit with him, relief hits him over him, but that
also annoys him. He happened to be great at Chemistry!
Stiles measured carefully while he nervously watched Scott and Allison.
 
The second shuffle happens and Lydia is with some nervous dweeb. Thank god!
 
Stiles heard the stool in the open seat next to him scrape the floor and he
nearly drops his beaker.
 
He looked to his left and Isaac is watching him with an unreadable little
smile. The creepy wolf is staring intently into his eyes. Stiles broke away
from the gaze first, but inside promises himself that Derek’s face is scarier
than Isaac’s.
 
He tried to look mean and hopes he isn’t pouting. He unscrews the cap as
quickly as possible.
 
“If you harm one hair on her perfect strawberry-blond head I will turn your
werewolf ass into a coat and give it to her as a birthday present.”
 
Yeah that sounded- good?!
 
 There’s a hand on his knee? Isaac hand is on his knee. ISAAC’S A HAND ON HIS
FUCKING KNEE!
 
The werewolf’s hand was like heavy cement on his knee. Isaac has his knee in
grip that’s only just short of painful. His first thought was that his kneecap
is about to break off or something. He’s certain that’s what’s about to happen
until the grip on his knee loosened enough for Isaac’s hand to start to slide
up his leg.  
 
Stiles didn’t squeak as much as he more so yelps. Yelping is manly.
 
A low bitter laugh came from the other teen’s lips and the walking that he
mentioned earlier is nothing compared to the terror creeping up his spine at
the ratty little noise.
 
He swallowed; the hand inched up his thigh. He tried to shake it off to no
avail. He can feel the heat through his jeans. It’s stifling. He wanted to
stand up, but that will invite attention over to their table.
 
Isaac replied with a disturbingly calm tone to his comment, “Really? I’ve never
been to one of her big,” The warm hand he can feel though his jeans grabs his
thigh roughly, “invite only birthday parties.”
 
His breath hitched and he tried to look across the room for help. Scott and his
girlfriend are too focused on Lydia to notice his current predicament. Isaac’s
hands are wide and slowly inched up leg towards his crotch. Blood is rushing
towards his dick. Stiles was anything but turned on in his mind, but he’s a
teenage boy. He’d been in this scenario a thousands times in his dreams, except
Lydia is usually in his position and she’s wearing a skirt.
 
Stiles felt hot waves of embarrassment and shame wash over him along with and
awful dawning of arousal. Sweat beaded across his forehead decorating his face
with a crown of sorts. In an effort not to draw attention he grabs at the table
hoping to school his facade. He needs to keep his best face on.
 
Isaac grip turns bruising, “And neither have you.” Isaac sounds so casual, how
was he able to play this kind of game so easily.
 
The hand started to rub at his crotch with an open palm. Stiles tried to close
his legs on the stool, by Isaac only rubbed harder the second he felt the other
teen’s thighs trap his hand there.
 
“I know you’re thinking about her, I know you think about fucking her and yet
here you are.”
 
Stiles bit his lip to keep from making some type of noise.
 
“Hard for me in the middle of chemistry class. Never thought the first time
anyone wouldwant to touch would be like this.”
 
He whimpers slightly.
 
“Tell me in your little fantasies, is she just as wet as your are now?”
 
Stiles can feel the tip straining and weeping to be free.  It’s so tight it
hurts. His hands shake as he tries to maneuver the chemicals and mix them
correctly. 
 
“I know you’re dripping, I can smell it. I’d fuck you with my fingers right now
if I could. I’d have you moan with your face shoved against this table while
everyone watched you beg for my cock like a good little bitch.”
 
Stiles closed his eyes as tight as possible.
 
He has to get Isaac to stop, distracted, “Never could find anyone who wanted
you around-“ Stiles thinks of the first few months of high school when Isaac
sat with him and Scott, “You had resort to molesting people in class. Watching
other boys in the showers. Poor Isaac forever alone.”
 
The hand stopped. Pausing considering perhaps, Isaac has a smile on his face,
malevolent, wrapped and covered entirely in cruelty.
 
“I did ask a guy out once-”
 
“Sounds like the beginning of a heartfelt story.”
 
He takes a chance and reaches down trying to remove the werewolf’s hand from
his crotch. He instead gets his hand slapped and a few heads turned slightly at
the noise.
 
“I’m going to pass thanksss- ” he hisses out the last word when Isaac pulls
down the zipper of his jeans.
 
Isaac sounds wistful, light and playful, “It was the first day of freshman
year.” A thumb rubs the wet tip on his dick and Stiles bites the inside of his
cheek. Chemicals be damned, he hunches over the desk panting light at the
friction. Teasing, he’s being teased. Tears are threatening to spill now, he
didn't have to hear Isaac say he can smell that as well.
 
The thumb doesn’t bother to ask and pokes right into the weeping little slit of
his dick. Stiles can hear the other boy chuckle when the audible squelching
from Isaac’s actions occur. His eyes were wide as saucers, he’s sure. How does
no one notice or maybe no one cares what’s happening to him right now. The
impossibly wide thumb pushes in and out his slit, fingernails scrape and it
stings, but it’s not entirely without pleasure.
 
His body was shaking with terror. An ugly feeling goes through his mind. Stiles
felt dirty as he squirmed in his seat trying not to moan in unwanted pleasure.
He wanted this to stop. He wanted Scott to stop watching to see if Allison is
safe next to Erica and smell his distress. Fucking notice that’s he’s very
scared.
 
It wouldn’t be the first he wondered why the people of this town never seem to
notice anything. His eyes water, but he has to try to keep talking. The talking
will at the very least keep Isaac from Lydia.
 
“Y-you thought things would be different for you in high school… but he…un”
Isaacs fist his entire dick and begins pumping it slow, his grips is too tight
and his dry hand doesn’t help either. “…said, no.”
 
There’s a long sniff, “Wrong.”
 
An almost painful fingernail scratches the head his hard erection from tip to
base. “He said yes.”  
 
“-It was great getting what I wanted for once.” His dick is being pumped again
and he knows that there has to be pre-come forming a puddle on his lap and the
floor. His balls are tightening now, he feels close. The dry jerking friction
makes tears spill from his eyes in long warm droplets.
 
Isaac cruelly squeezes him once again and Stile decides to just put his head
down. He leaned against the cool table.  His hips jerk back and forth with
Isaac’s slow rhythm.
 
“But then, he started to invite another guy to our ‘dates’. It took me three
months to realize that he thought I wanted to be friends.  Can you fucking
believe that?”
 
He knows this story, can remeber the way Isaac crawled into his window at night
just to talk.
 
Faster.
 
How upset the other boy looked when Scott was around.
 
Angier.
 
So much closer.
 
How dissapointed he felt when Isaac doesn't sit at lunch with them anymore. 
 
“You gonna channel that heartbreak into an English paper? Mad that I hurt your
feelings and said-” A shuddering breath, “no.”
 
Shit it’s going to happen, right in the middle of chemistry class. Everyone was
going to know, everyone was going to see.
 
“Nope. I’m different now; I’m not the frightened little boy from first year who
takes shit from everyone. You, Scott McCall, the fucking team… Since the
change… no the gift I take what I want. No isn’t something I respond to
anymore.”
 
"After all I had watched you year after year visit your mother's grave growing
up. You and your perfect little dad like to leave purple flowers on her grave.
You don't tell anyone you like going there on your birthday. You cry and then
you go home...always the same thing. All that time I picture going to while you
cried and licking every little drop off your face." 
 
Stiles winces when he tries to think of just ho long Isaac possibly could've
been watching.
 
"I wanted to be good to you. I deserved more than your stupidity and rejection.
I wanted you to notice me."
 
A heavy grip drags his hand underneath the table. His hand forced against some
hard and leather clad. It takes a few moments to realize Isaac has now forced
him to feel his erection straining in the leather pants.
 
Precious oxygen strained to reach his lungs as he feels the all-consuming
pleasure start to blur his vision, or was it tears? He forced his head to lift
from the table Isaac’s eyes are glowing bright.
 
One more.
 
 "it doesn't matter anymore now though Stillinski, I can make you notice."
 
Two more.
 
“Do it Stillinski, I want you to do it now.”
 
Isaac face is riddled with sick excitement. Stiles wanted to vomit. He pulls
his hand away from Isaac's crotch to grip the edge of his desk. The werewolf
allowed this. His lip is bitten hard enough to draw blood.
 
“Fuck Stiles, come for me now.”
 
It was the last jerk and the first loud noise.
 
Stiles felt his cock twitch and it has to be ugliest thing he’s felt since his
mother died. He comes is one long spurt of white that splatters a little
against his chin. The class turns as white blurs his vision and tears spill
freely from his eyes. Faster than he can see Isaac throws a mixture onto his
lap into his face. He screams a second time from the awful stinging of the
chemicals in his eyes.
 
“Mr. Stillinski!” he can hear Mr. Harris yelling. He still can’t open his eyes
when Mr. Harris footsteps echoed through the room coming closer. He feels his
now flaccid cock being tucked neatly back in his pants with one last promising
squeeze. The zipper closes and seems to simply erase the whole incident.
 
The teacher is yelling, “Of course you manage to ruin something as simple as
rock candy! Look at what a mess you’ve made! Even the candy is lumped and
twisted. You’re worthless as a student!”
 
He’s too numb to care for Harris's usual complaints. A weight is removed from
his leg.
 
Everyone looked, giggling pointing, snickering behind closed fingers. Allison
is tryingto distract Lydia now, Scott is cluless as usual, and Erica however
wore a little smile. It dawns on him no one has clue. 
 
No one knows what happened because he’s doused in chemicals. His face is
soaked; his lap is covered, his eyes burning. Isaac has covered his tracks.
 
Isaac voice comes from his right, with both his eyes burning Stiles manages to
crack an open a single lid. Isaac is looking past him, perhaps at Mr. Harris’s
face. A genuine smile came to the wolf’s lips as he reached down at the table
for something.
 
“I don’t know about that Mr. Harris.” The wolf drawls. “It’s ugly but it tastes
sweet.” Isaac sucks on the candy, “It taste too sweet in fact.”
 
An awful crunch fills Stiles ears as Isaac snapped off a piece of the ugly
candy with his teeth.
 
“Don’t you agree Stiles?”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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