from one to ten (gift for cerberusia)
Title: from one to ten
Author: emmyxogast
Recipient: cerberusia
Pairings: scott/isaac
Rating: soft R
Word Count: 1,657
Warnings: n/a
Summary: scott screws everything up after forgetting isaac's confession the morning after, how was he supposed to know it wasn't just a one night stand with a hangover like his?
Author's Notes: i tried for fluff. this happened instead. the ending is happy? idk, hope you enjoy it anyway ^w^
Scott couldn’t fathom why his bed felt hard and cold when he woke up the day after St. Patrick’s Day. He also couldn’t remember what had happened to have given him the worst hangover imaginable. It was only when he opened his eyes that he realized he wasn’t sleeping in his bed. In fact, he was nowhere near anything that would be deemed as sleep worthy. As his view was blocked by a mass of curly brown hair, he blinked and looked around knowing sitting up wasn’t a current feasible option.
Shit, I slept in the bathroom all night? He realized that he hadn’t actually slept very much the night before when the body that was partly sprawled on top of his-Am I naked? -own began to move off of him. Suddenly he couldn’t move as he watched the other boy sit up and stretch with his back to Scott still. However, Scott did have an idea on whom the rather pale skinned person was.
"Scott, next time we need to find a place more comfortable than the bathroom floor," commented Isaac Lahey, the only person beside Scott’s friends and enemies who knew the truth about him and was still around.
Scott sat up, too quickly as his head began to throb more. Just what in the world had been in the green cocktail Stiles had given him last night? He stayed silent as he willed his surroundings to stop from spinning.
Isaac took no notice of the awkward silence as he began to search for his scattered clothes. "We still have a good hour before everyone else wakes, should be enough to sneak back to our rooms before the others come looking for us." Isaac stared at a discarded outfit and threw it behind him towards Scott upon seeing the unrecognisable band title printed onto it.
Instincts took over and Scott caught the jeans and shirt before it hit his face. He slipped it on not caring to put on his missing jocks and singlet. Slowly, he stood up, wanting to say something or anything to Isaac, but nothing came out.
Finally the other werewolf turned around, fully dressed. Scott noticed the huge grin on his lips-almost cheek splitting in size. Oh, how he wanted to remember how in god’s name he had gotten into this situation. He felt conflicted and confused.
The confusion must have been apparent on his face as he saw Isaac’s smile turn into a lost frown. "You don’t remember a thing, do you?"
"Isaac, I-"
"Nevermind" Isaac spat as he stormed past Scott and out the door.
The resounding slam of the door echoed not only in the bathroom but in Scott’s head. He winced as his hangover came back in full force. Suddenly memories of the previous night came back to him in waves.
"Oh bloody hell."
Isaac was wearing a dark green shirt, so ill fitting it was apparent it’s proper owner was Derek, but it highlighted his eyes, so Scott ignored the itch in the back of his head; his werewolf was growling lightly and he didn’t want to know why.
Isaac had been kicking at the ground, still seated on the bleachers even though lacrosse practise had long finished over two hours ago.
When Scott cleared his throat, Isaac’s head shot up and a smirk lit up his previously absent features, “How’s it going, Scott?”
By evening, Scott wished he had never opened up his eyes that morning. That way he could have faked being asleep and have his memories come back to him before Isaac could have the chance to find out it all happened because of alcohol-induced motivation.
The rest of the day hadn’t gone well; going through classes with a hangover was not fun. Damn Stiles for stealing all of his ‘miracle pills’, also known as aspirin, when he knew he couldn’t ask his mum for more because then she’d know he’d been out drinking. The one class that Scott had with Isaac didn’t meet that day and he simply was nowhere to be found.
At dinner, he noticed the other boy hadn’t shown up to saddle the seat next to Jackson’s and it was then Scott realized just how upset Isaac must be. Scott, you are the most insensitive dick on the planet. Of course Isaac would be saddened after being played with like that! He opens himself up to you and what do you do with it? Treat it like a drunken one-night stand. Determined to find a way to make it up to Isaac, Scott stood up and walked out of the hall startling and confusing Stiles and Lydia with such unusual behavior.
“Hey Scott, can I tell you something?” They were both in the locker room now, all equipment discarded, and Isaac still managed to look apprehensive and scared even with his towering height over Scott.
Of course he nodded and smiled, “Go ahead.”
Isaac bit his lip, opening his mouth once, twice, three times, and then shook his head a little, “You know how you’ve been helping me out with being a werewolf and all, the training sessions and the homework tutoring? Well, I know it’s silly- no, stupid really- but, um, I need to let you know about something because I feel so screwed up inside without letting you in on it.”
The pause only lasted a few seconds, Scott giving his consent, “I think I’m in love with you even though I know you like pretty girls like Allison and Lydia, and I know you won’t want me but I just had to say it.”
Scott gaped, like a dead fish, watching lifelessly as the other squirmed for a minute or two until Isaac smiled a sad smile and made to walk past him.
Scott caught his wrist on the way past, not really knowing why, but his inner voice was screaming things like ‘yes’, ‘right’ and ‘mate’.
He pulled Isaac close then and sealed their lips together -- chaste and sudden -- but it was their first kiss nonetheless.
Crap, muttered Scott as he gazed down at his phone, Stiles says Isaac just left school a bit ago. Scott quickly put his phone away as he turned behind a tree near the path he knew Isaac always took to get to the Hale house. I have to cut him off.
Scott was lucky for as he slid out from behind the tree -- smelling Isaac’s scent like an unmissable beacon -- Isaac bumped right into him.
"What the Hell!!" Isaac rubbed his now aching nose. "Derek does that enough already! Why do you have to sneak up on me like that?"
Scott suppressed a chuckle. "I’m sorry Isaac," he said, seriously.
"W-What?"
Scott took Isaac’s small window of confusion and backed Isaac into another treel.
"I’m sorry for being an ass and for fucking up the significance of your confession while under the influence. You deserved better than that. And I’m sorry for freaking out and not remembering afterwards, you definitely didn’t deserve that. I’ll do anything to make it up to you Isaac. I want this-us-to work."
As soon as Scott and Isaac entered the bathroom -- tongues and hands interlocked -- he quickly closed and locked the door. Isaac turned his head towards the sound but paid no mind to it.
Scott’s blood thrummed in his veins with anticipation. He was about to speak when Isaac’s silky voice cut through the air.
“Are you sure you want- want to do anything? I mean, you’ve only liked girls so how can I know that you really-”
Scott knew that Isaac hadn’t heard his growl or sensed him coming until he had Isaac right where he wanted him-sandwiched between the cold marble wall and his body.
Isaac seemed startled until he felt Scott’s breath against his ear. "I do want this Isaac. As much as you do." Isaac squirmed in pleasure at the guttural sound of Scott’s voice.
Scott began to unbutton Isaac’s pants and slipped a hand in, causing the other to hiss in delight. He never thought how much he would enjoy this. Then again he never thought he’d ever have Isaac Lahey writhing within his arms.
"More…" Isaac gasped, "More…" Turning his head to the side and using a free arm, Isaac pulled Scott’s head closer and kissed. Unlike their previous kiss, both reacted to each other, fueling their passion for each other.
"Mine…" whispered Scott when their lips separated. All Scott could see, smell, and feel was Isaac. The world was no larger than their bodies, both needing release, needing affirmation.
"You’re sorry?" Isaac began, less bothered by the other man’s proximity then by what he had said, "You want to make it up to me?"
Isaac pushed Scott away just enough to cast a sceptical look. One that let Scott know that Isaac was doubting him; years of abuse and neglect still ground into his skin.
But Isaac had to give Scott credit. Not many people would brazenly kiss in the open in Derek’s territory. Luckily for the both of them, as Isaac did not want answer to his classmates just yet, no crazed Alphas came running out.
He moaned as Scott’s ran his fingers through his hair. Scott growled as Isaac bit his lower lip. The taller pulled away slightly, catching his breath and taking the chance to look into Scott’s eyes.
"You really want this, Scott?"
"Of course. I wouldn’t have come to you if I didn’t. Do you?"
"I wouldn’t have let you fuck me now would I?"
Scott chuckled. His hand trailed down Isaac’s arm and stopped when he reached his hand, their fingers interlacing with each other.
"We’ll make this work. Graduation isn’t too far away you know…"
Isaac quirked his lips. "And then…?"
Scott kissed him again, briefly this time. "And then you’re mine, forever."
"Aren’t I lucky?" Isaac grinned.
Scott matched the grin, "We both are."
Author: emmyxogast
Recipient: cerberusia
Pairings: scott/isaac
Rating: soft R
Word Count: 1,657
Warnings: n/a
Summary: scott screws everything up after forgetting isaac's confession the morning after, how was he supposed to know it wasn't just a one night stand with a hangover like his?
Author's Notes: i tried for fluff. this happened instead. the ending is happy? idk, hope you enjoy it anyway ^w^
Scott couldn’t fathom why his bed felt hard and cold when he woke up the day after St. Patrick’s Day. He also couldn’t remember what had happened to have given him the worst hangover imaginable. It was only when he opened his eyes that he realized he wasn’t sleeping in his bed. In fact, he was nowhere near anything that would be deemed as sleep worthy. As his view was blocked by a mass of curly brown hair, he blinked and looked around knowing sitting up wasn’t a current feasible option.
Shit, I slept in the bathroom all night? He realized that he hadn’t actually slept very much the night before when the body that was partly sprawled on top of his-Am I naked? -own began to move off of him. Suddenly he couldn’t move as he watched the other boy sit up and stretch with his back to Scott still. However, Scott did have an idea on whom the rather pale skinned person was.
"Scott, next time we need to find a place more comfortable than the bathroom floor," commented Isaac Lahey, the only person beside Scott’s friends and enemies who knew the truth about him and was still around.
Scott sat up, too quickly as his head began to throb more. Just what in the world had been in the green cocktail Stiles had given him last night? He stayed silent as he willed his surroundings to stop from spinning.
Isaac took no notice of the awkward silence as he began to search for his scattered clothes. "We still have a good hour before everyone else wakes, should be enough to sneak back to our rooms before the others come looking for us." Isaac stared at a discarded outfit and threw it behind him towards Scott upon seeing the unrecognisable band title printed onto it.
Instincts took over and Scott caught the jeans and shirt before it hit his face. He slipped it on not caring to put on his missing jocks and singlet. Slowly, he stood up, wanting to say something or anything to Isaac, but nothing came out.
Finally the other werewolf turned around, fully dressed. Scott noticed the huge grin on his lips-almost cheek splitting in size. Oh, how he wanted to remember how in god’s name he had gotten into this situation. He felt conflicted and confused.
The confusion must have been apparent on his face as he saw Isaac’s smile turn into a lost frown. "You don’t remember a thing, do you?"
"Isaac, I-"
"Nevermind" Isaac spat as he stormed past Scott and out the door.
The resounding slam of the door echoed not only in the bathroom but in Scott’s head. He winced as his hangover came back in full force. Suddenly memories of the previous night came back to him in waves.
"Oh bloody hell."
Isaac was wearing a dark green shirt, so ill fitting it was apparent it’s proper owner was Derek, but it highlighted his eyes, so Scott ignored the itch in the back of his head; his werewolf was growling lightly and he didn’t want to know why.
Isaac had been kicking at the ground, still seated on the bleachers even though lacrosse practise had long finished over two hours ago.
When Scott cleared his throat, Isaac’s head shot up and a smirk lit up his previously absent features, “How’s it going, Scott?”
By evening, Scott wished he had never opened up his eyes that morning. That way he could have faked being asleep and have his memories come back to him before Isaac could have the chance to find out it all happened because of alcohol-induced motivation.
The rest of the day hadn’t gone well; going through classes with a hangover was not fun. Damn Stiles for stealing all of his ‘miracle pills’, also known as aspirin, when he knew he couldn’t ask his mum for more because then she’d know he’d been out drinking. The one class that Scott had with Isaac didn’t meet that day and he simply was nowhere to be found.
At dinner, he noticed the other boy hadn’t shown up to saddle the seat next to Jackson’s and it was then Scott realized just how upset Isaac must be. Scott, you are the most insensitive dick on the planet. Of course Isaac would be saddened after being played with like that! He opens himself up to you and what do you do with it? Treat it like a drunken one-night stand. Determined to find a way to make it up to Isaac, Scott stood up and walked out of the hall startling and confusing Stiles and Lydia with such unusual behavior.
“Hey Scott, can I tell you something?” They were both in the locker room now, all equipment discarded, and Isaac still managed to look apprehensive and scared even with his towering height over Scott.
Of course he nodded and smiled, “Go ahead.”
Isaac bit his lip, opening his mouth once, twice, three times, and then shook his head a little, “You know how you’ve been helping me out with being a werewolf and all, the training sessions and the homework tutoring? Well, I know it’s silly- no, stupid really- but, um, I need to let you know about something because I feel so screwed up inside without letting you in on it.”
The pause only lasted a few seconds, Scott giving his consent, “I think I’m in love with you even though I know you like pretty girls like Allison and Lydia, and I know you won’t want me but I just had to say it.”
Scott gaped, like a dead fish, watching lifelessly as the other squirmed for a minute or two until Isaac smiled a sad smile and made to walk past him.
Scott caught his wrist on the way past, not really knowing why, but his inner voice was screaming things like ‘yes’, ‘right’ and ‘mate’.
He pulled Isaac close then and sealed their lips together -- chaste and sudden -- but it was their first kiss nonetheless.
Crap, muttered Scott as he gazed down at his phone, Stiles says Isaac just left school a bit ago. Scott quickly put his phone away as he turned behind a tree near the path he knew Isaac always took to get to the Hale house. I have to cut him off.
Scott was lucky for as he slid out from behind the tree -- smelling Isaac’s scent like an unmissable beacon -- Isaac bumped right into him.
"What the Hell!!" Isaac rubbed his now aching nose. "Derek does that enough already! Why do you have to sneak up on me like that?"
Scott suppressed a chuckle. "I’m sorry Isaac," he said, seriously.
"W-What?"
Scott took Isaac’s small window of confusion and backed Isaac into another treel.
"I’m sorry for being an ass and for fucking up the significance of your confession while under the influence. You deserved better than that. And I’m sorry for freaking out and not remembering afterwards, you definitely didn’t deserve that. I’ll do anything to make it up to you Isaac. I want this-us-to work."
As soon as Scott and Isaac entered the bathroom -- tongues and hands interlocked -- he quickly closed and locked the door. Isaac turned his head towards the sound but paid no mind to it.
Scott’s blood thrummed in his veins with anticipation. He was about to speak when Isaac’s silky voice cut through the air.
“Are you sure you want- want to do anything? I mean, you’ve only liked girls so how can I know that you really-”
Scott knew that Isaac hadn’t heard his growl or sensed him coming until he had Isaac right where he wanted him-sandwiched between the cold marble wall and his body.
Isaac seemed startled until he felt Scott’s breath against his ear. "I do want this Isaac. As much as you do." Isaac squirmed in pleasure at the guttural sound of Scott’s voice.
Scott began to unbutton Isaac’s pants and slipped a hand in, causing the other to hiss in delight. He never thought how much he would enjoy this. Then again he never thought he’d ever have Isaac Lahey writhing within his arms.
"More…" Isaac gasped, "More…" Turning his head to the side and using a free arm, Isaac pulled Scott’s head closer and kissed. Unlike their previous kiss, both reacted to each other, fueling their passion for each other.
"Mine…" whispered Scott when their lips separated. All Scott could see, smell, and feel was Isaac. The world was no larger than their bodies, both needing release, needing affirmation.
"You’re sorry?" Isaac began, less bothered by the other man’s proximity then by what he had said, "You want to make it up to me?"
Isaac pushed Scott away just enough to cast a sceptical look. One that let Scott know that Isaac was doubting him; years of abuse and neglect still ground into his skin.
But Isaac had to give Scott credit. Not many people would brazenly kiss in the open in Derek’s territory. Luckily for the both of them, as Isaac did not want answer to his classmates just yet, no crazed Alphas came running out.
He moaned as Scott’s ran his fingers through his hair. Scott growled as Isaac bit his lower lip. The taller pulled away slightly, catching his breath and taking the chance to look into Scott’s eyes.
"You really want this, Scott?"
"Of course. I wouldn’t have come to you if I didn’t. Do you?"
"I wouldn’t have let you fuck me now would I?"
Scott chuckled. His hand trailed down Isaac’s arm and stopped when he reached his hand, their fingers interlacing with each other.
"We’ll make this work. Graduation isn’t too far away you know…"
Isaac quirked his lips. "And then…?"
Scott kissed him again, briefly this time. "And then you’re mine, forever."
"Aren’t I lucky?" Isaac grinned.
Scott matched the grin, "We both are."