Teen Wolf Big Bang: Sweetness (4/4)

[all_our_heroes]

“My mom is making him come over for dinner tonight,” Scott complains, pretending he isn’t excited about the whole thing.

“Stop smiling, you goon,” Stiles tells him.

Alright, so maybe he isn’t very good at it. “You smell like sex,” he says instead, wrinkling his nose.

Stiles shrugs, “That is what I was doing before you called me at nine in the morning telling me you were on your way over.” He sips at his coffee.

Derek lets out an annoyed huff from a few feet away. He’s at the stove, flipping the eggs over with a spatula.

It’s weird for Scott to see his alpha like this, in boxers and a t-shirt that he knows is there only for his benefit, bare feet padding across the kitchen floor as he goes to pull out plates from the cupboard. It’s all so…domestic. He can’t help but voice it, “This is weirding me out.”

Stiles looks back at his mate, then to Scott. “That?” Scott nods. “That’s normal, dude.”

Scott raises an eyebrow, “Our alpha makes you breakfast.”

“Like, every friggin’ day.” He takes another swig of coffee. “Not that I don’t enjoy the view.” He leans back in his chair and bites his lip. “Anyway,” he adds, “do you need any tips on how to please your own werewolf boyfriend?”

Scott blushes, shaking his head and staring intently down at his own coffee.

“I thought that’d shut you up.” He watches his best friend a moment and decides to make him just that bit more uncomfortable, “Anyway, what’s it like to use a condom? Oh, wait.”

Scott lets his head thunk loudly against the table.

~

When Isaac gets to the McCall house, he has the dog with him. Well, it’s only a puppy, really--some sort of mutt. Scott isn’t sure which of them to greet first. The dog’s not got much of tail, so it’s whole back end wags excitedly from side to side.

“Sorry,” Isaac says, biting his lip, “I wasn’t really sure what to do with him. I didn’t want to leave him alone.”

Melissa McCall approaches the door, trying to see what Scott’s staring at. “Oh,” she says, seeing the puppy. “He’s so cute!” she coos, falling down to a knee to scratch behind its ears.

“I don’t know who he belongs to,” Isaac tells her. “I’ve been trying to find out, but I haven’t found anyone looking for him yet.”

“Should I put him out in the backyard, mom?” Scott asks, looking to her.

Frowning up at him, she thinks, “It’s pretty cold tonight.” Turning her attention to Isaac she asks, “Will he be okay in the house?”

Isaac shrugs, “Maybe?”

Melissa gives the dog an appraising look, she tells him, “You’ll be a good dog, right?” He tries to lick her face.

“Where’d you get the leash?” Scott asks, grinning at Isaac. “Last night, you didn’t even know what to feed it.”

“Erica brought it over.”

“Why would she--”

Isaac grimaces, “I don’t know why she had it. I don’t really want to know.”

Scott’s mom stands up, concerned look on her face. “Oookay, then. Come in, come in,” she says, standing back and waving him inside.

They sit down at the table and Melissa McCall tries and fails at subtlety in talking to her son’s boyfriend.

~

They never find the dog’s owner, if it had one. Isaac even goes door to door in his neighborhood to find out if someone had simply never reported the animal missing, but no one seemed to know where it had come from.

He sits on his couch, Scott beside him, and looks down at the puppy. “I guess we should figure out a name for him.”

“Scooby-Doo?” Scott suggests, shoving a cookie into his mouth. Isaac's apartment was always filled with sweets and Scot had no power to resist them.

Isaac laughs, leaning down to scratch under the dog’s chin. “Maybe.” He sits back on the couch, “So, what do you want to do today?”

Scott pulls his attention from the dog and looks at Isaac, shrugging, “There’s a new superhero movie out.”

“We could do that,” Isaac admits, expression thoughtful, “Or, you know, fuck.” He holds up a condom.

Scott wants to, but after the way they'd been together on the full moon, despite the fact that Isaac had told him it was okay, that he was fine, he feels uneasy. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

Isaac rolls his eyes, “It was fine, I can heal.”

“You were in pain, Isaac,” Scott says, voice sounding a little choked up.

The blonde shrugs, “That’s life.”

“But it shouldn’t be--not like that,” Scott protests.

Isaac scoffs at him, “Scott, you know how my life has been. At least you didn’t mean to do it like that.”

“But I did.”

Isaac slumps. “Fine, we don’t have to do anything.” He stands up to grab his jacket. “Where’s the movie playing?”

Scott grabs his arm, grasps it gently, “I…” He shakes his head. “You shouldn’t think that’s okay.” He stands up, presses his lips to Isaac’s softly, slowly deepening the kiss into something more sensual, tongue running across the blonde’s bottom lip to request entrance. Isaac lets out a little gasp.

“What are you doing?” Isaac murmurs against his lips.

Scott laughs at the question, trying to think of the right way to describe it, “I don’t know, treating you right.”

Isaac pulls back, a look of disbelief on his features, and Scott finds that his hand is circling Isaac’s wrist. He tugs lightly, heads in the direction of Isaac’s bedroom. Once in, he kisses Isaac again, leads him down onto the bed. Scott crawls on top of him.

“I’m confused,” Isaac says.

Scott pecks him on the cheek and helps him out of his t-shirt, sliding his whole body down until he was eye level with Isaac’s semi-hard cock. He leans on an elbow, undoes the the button and fly, nuzzling his face into the curls, the strong musky scent. He works the jeans down the other man’s hips and takes his cock into his mouth. He isn’t really sure what he’s doing, but Isaac bucks and he doesn’t care. He’s trying. He sucks lightly, feeling the flesh harden further as he does, and runs his tongue over the head, tasting something unfamiliar but not unpleasant.

He pulls back, and Isaac uses the opportunity to kick his pants the rest of the way off, working on Scott’s. He’s about to push Scott’s boxers down his hips when Scott stills his hand.

Scott is half on top of the other beta, kisses him again, slides on top of him and feels the hardness of Isaac’s cock hot against his through the thin fabric of his boxers. They kiss, moving incrementally for a while, until Isaac starts to wriggle underneath him.

Scott huffs a laugh and pushes off his boxers. He reaches for the condom and lube. He may have used one of Stiles’s books for advice here. He pours some out onto his hand, coats his fingers with it. Slowly, carefully, he presses it against Isaac’s hole. He slides it in, little by little.

“More,” Isaac whines and Scott gives him a chaste peck on the lips.

He moves the digit slowly. It’s tight and he’s inexperienced at this, but he can feel Isaac’s body relax around him. He waits long moments before he works in a second.

“I’ll heal,” Isaac says again, but his face is hot, flushed, and his breathing is labored.

Scott ducks back down to take the length of his cock into his mouth, feels and tastes the slickness of precome. He scissors his fingers a little, stretching, breathing through his nose as he continues to, if not suck mouth at Isaac’s cock. He presses his fingers in deeper and hears Isaac’s sharp intake of breath. The blonde grips the sheets.

Scott knows he might be going too fast, but he pushes in a third finger, tries to do what he did again.

He can see Isaac’s chest heaving and the blonde huffs a little laugh, “I want to come with you inside me and I just don’t know how possible that’s going to be if you don’t stop.”

Scott nearly chokes, having to lift his head off and stare up at the other beta. After a little longer, he slides his fingers out. He tears open the condom, rolling it onto his cock with trembling hands. He slicks it further, pushing Isaac’s knees up, holding him open. He lines himself up.

The brunette takes a deep breath, and pushes in. It feels so good, but not like it was in the woods, dry and rushed and almost uncomfortable. He gives Isaac a moment to adjust and begins to move ever so slowly.

Isaac wraps his legs around Scott’s back, pulling him in.

Scott’s looking into his eyes as he begins to thrust, setting up a steady rhythm.

Isaac wants to throw an arm over his face, and does, but after a moment, he moves it, sees that Scott is still looking at him. “Why?” he asks.

“Can you feel it, Isaac?” Scott murmurs. “Us, moving together. Feel me inside you?”

Isaac nods and Scott slides a hand between their bodies, gripping the blonde’s cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts. Isaac whimpers. “I don’t really understand, but…you’re kind of killing me here, Scott.”

“Good.” Scott kisses him, long and slow, hips and hand increasing their speed as he does and Isaac has to break it off to moan, arms wrapped under Scott’s and up his back.

Isaac squeezes his eyes shut, “I’m going to come, I can’t-- Sorry.”

Scott moves faster, wrist jerking quickly and watches Isaac bite his lip, throw his head to the side and his whole body tense as he comes, and Scott can feel it so clearly this time. The stickiness shooting up across their chests and the convulsions around him. He waits, tries to pull out once Isaac has finished, but the blonde tightens his legs.

“Keep going, I want you to-- to come,” he shifts his hips.

Scott looks at him, “You sure?” Isaac nods. He braces his arms on either side of the blonde and keeps thrusting. It doesn’t take long before he’s coming with a groan of Isaac’s name.

They lay together afterward and Isaac swallows down a lump in his throat, “That was…intense.”

“Sorry,” Scott says, but he’s smiling.

“I liked it,” Isaac adds, blushing.

~

It’s taken a while for all the legalities to be wrapped up, but everyone knows it’s happening soon, has been stashing things in each of their houses to prepare while giving some to Derek and Stiles. Jackson had been surprising in his giving of baby gifts. They were new, but everyone had a feeling they had to do with Lydia. Lydia would not consider children until after she reaches every single one of her goals--which involves a very long list.

The whole pack wants to be there when Derek and Stiles go to pick up the baby. Stiles is very careful then not to tell them when and where they’re going. In fact, in early December when they do go, he forces Derek to take a separate car, going a different direction, and leaving at a later time.

He meets Stiles a mile or so outside of Beacon Hills, rummaging through baby books at a used bookstore. “Are we ready for this?” Stiles asks, flipping past pages on how to teach your child and what to do when they get sick. Stiles pulls another from the shelf.

Derek takes them from his hand and Stiles makes a whining noise in the back of his throat. “Come on,” he says, pulling the younger man out of the store. Once outside, he cups Stiles’s face between his hands. “Are you okay?”

Stiles pulls in his lips, biting at them inside his mouth, and nods.

Derek’s thumb strokes across his cheek. “We’ve already done the paperwork, Stiles. You’re already her dad. Laura’s dad,” he emphasizes and Stiles starts to smile. He kisses him. “Now, let’s go.”

~

The pack--minus Peter--receives a mass text to meet at the sheriff’s house, so, with some confusion, they do.

Although they’ll barge into the Hale house without question, they’ve made promises not to do the same here. They hesitate outside the house after Scott, being that it was his best friend’s childhood home, where he had played and run around, knocks on the door.

Stiles answers it, smiling at the group. He knows they can tell, smell someone or something here that they don’t know. He stands in the doorway, preventing them from rushing in. “Slow,” he says and Erica feels as though the word is aimed particularly in her direction.

The group, in a messy line, proceeds into Sheriff Stilinski's living room and is met with the sight of Derek and the sheriff on the couch, a baby on the sheriff’s lap.

Erica makes grabby hands at her sides. Boyd grabs her hand and she pouts, but she can wait another minute--only that though.

Allison steps out from the kitchen and Scott swallows down a lump in his throat. She looks between him and Isaac, nods.

He smiles at her but it feels awkward, forced. He feels like he’s betrayed her now that they’re in the same room and Isaac is so close at his side, but she doesn’t seem upset about the whole thing. Isaac twines his fingers with Scott’s and Allison smiles at them.

Stiles clears his throat but it goes unnoticed over the noise of whispering and cooing. He glances at Derek and the alpha lets out a low growl. Every single head in the room snaps to attention.

“Dad, would you like to do the introduction?” Stiles asks the sheriff and his father nods.

His dad stands up, holding the baby to his hip. “This,” he says, “is Laura. And she’s my granddaughter, and, I guess, the newest member of your…pack.” The word makes him uncomfortable but he smiles, bounces the child and she gurgle-growls at them. “And if you want to hold her, ask my son permission first.” He lifts his eyes to the ceiling and recites what he’s been told to add, saying it with a hint of sarcasm, “That means you, Jackson and Erica.”

The two blondes look at each other, hoping the other will stand down. Each wants to be the first to hold the baby. Eventually, after something of a staring contest, Jackson backs down and Erica steps forward, shaking her hand from Boyd’s. “Stiles, could I please hold her? I promise I’ll be careful.” She does her best puppy dog eyes at him, pouting.

“Yes, you can,” he tells her, smiling.

She grins, “Thanks, mom.” She approaches the sheriff, holding out her arms to him. Carefully, and somewhat resistantly, he hands Laura over. The baby growls and Erica tickles her with her finger. “Aren’t you just the cutest?” She gets her finger too close to the little girl’s mouth and the baby wolf takes the opportunity to nibble at her. She coos harder.

The sheriff looks like he wants to do something, but breathes out and clenches his fist at his side. “Careful, she bites.” He shakes his head. “God, that’s something I never expected to say of my first grandchild.” He looks around the room, “What am I saying? I’ve got a house full of werewolves.” Plopping back down on the couch, he smiles at Derek. “Best of luck, son.”

After everyone has a turn and Jackson nearly drops the baby, Stiles takes her into his own arms and begins to chastise the wolves. Scott gets a text from Allison and heads into the kitchen with her.

There, they find Lydia sitting at the table, formulating something on her tablet.

“What?” Scott says automatically.

She looks up at him disinterestedly, “I can’t let Jackson see me with a baby. He’s weird enough about it already.”

The two nod and she returns her attention to her tablet.

“I’m happy for you,” Allison says suddenly.

“Really?”

She scoffs, “Of course I am. Just because we broke up didn’t mean I wanted you to spend the rest of your life pining.” She plucks a carrot from a vegetable platter Stiles had likely forgotten about, “From what I hear, you two are good together. You make a cute couple.”

Lydia snorts from her seat at the table.

“Thanks,” Scott tells her earnestly. “At first, I thought you might be mad.”

She waves a hand at him dismissively, then blushes, “To be honest, I’m kind of seeing someone, too.”

“Oh?” Scott says. It still bothers him to hear it, but it lessens the guilt and he can hear Isaac’s voice in the next room, reassuring him. “Who?”

“His name is Peter,” she tells him and his eyes open wide in concern. “Not him. Lydia may have forced Danny to set me up with one of his friends, but it’s actually going pretty great. And…he’s a hunter.” Her mouth quirks.

Scott tries to not look like he’s freaking out, “Like…your dad or like everyone else your crazy family?” It comes out that way accidentally, but Allison laughs anyway.

“Like my dad. The good kind, with the code.”

~

A couple of hours later, Isaac brings the dog over and the baby practically leaps out of Scott’s arms to get to it. The group watches as the baby snuggles into the puppy’s fur and falls asleep.

“This is ridiculous,” Boyd has to say.

~

The day done and the rest of the pack forced out of the house, Stiles collapses onto the bed in his childhood room. He sighs contentedly as Derek follows him in, holding the baby.

“You owe me,” Stiles says as he scoots over in his old, small bed to make room.

Derek lifts an eyebrow in response.

“I straight up told you Scott and Isaac were gonna get together.” He had only been joking when he said it. He knew something would happen there, with how Isaac had looked to Scott back in high school and the way the two just seemed to click. When Scott had joined the pack, he had told the alpha only to receive one of Derek’s typical “you make no sense but I love you anyway” looks.

Derek turns Laura and places her on Stiles’s chest, huffing, “Still not sure you aren’t a witch.”

“Whatever,” Stiles replies, shifting to rest his head on Derek’s shoulder.

Laura drools.

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