Stisaac/Sterek

Chapter three

After we finished eating we cleaned the table. The soup was my favorite. I can't believe that someone like Derek knows how to cook, and Isaac too I mean Derek said 'you're lucky it my turn.' That must mean Isaac has a turn too? Two guys in one house, and they both know how to cook. There's also only two men in my house but none of us can cook.

"Next time I'll be the one cooking for you Stiles" Isaac said smilingly. He looked so cute, like a little child trying to show off. Okay, maybe it's weird for me to compare him to a little kid, he was a handsome guy, it was just what the way he said it, that made me want to pinch his cheeks.

"Can't wait" I said trying to sound optimistic. It's not that I didn't want to come back here, I was just trying to figure out why I was being so enlightened by their beauty. And not just one of them, but both. They both looked so good and it's exactly those thoughts that's bothering me. Why was I thinking about them being hot? I wasn't gay. Well, not what I know of, but as I'm reconsidering, I guess it's very unusual for a preferably straight guy, to think about guys in this way.

"You might wanna rethink that" Derek said with a straight face, yet I knew he was joking cause Isaac was playing along.

"Ha. Ha. " Isaac sarcastically remarked with a hint of a playful smile.

I couldn't help but feel a little excited by the way they were fighting. It was amusing. I decided it was time to go home. I had to clear my mind from the horrible thoughts I was having. I got up from the counter and thanked for the meal. Isaac was still holding his bowl with hot soup as he was about to hug me goodbye.

"oh careful with tha-" I began, pushing him a little back making him accidentally drop the bowl of soup all over me.

"Shi... motherf-" I hissed to myself.

"Shit! I'm so sorry Stiles, I... It- Wasn't-" he got cut of by Derek gently pushing him away, and grabbed my arm, pulling me all the way to the sink in the kitchen. He poured water into a cup and poured it all over my abdomen. Suddenly I felt my shirt being pulled off by Derek. He took it over my head, and lead me upstairs, I managed to glance at Isaac looking worried before I got to the bathroom. Derek took some wetted a cloth and pressed it against my naked stomach. His other hand was holding my hip, his hands were soft yet strong. It felt good to be taking care of in situations like these. After a while I saw my stomach all red and it still hurt but less then before.

"Thanks" I mumbled managing to look him in the eyes. he sighed and leaned against the sink.

"No problem, wanna borrow one of my shirts before leaving? Or... you can stay over? If you want, that might be the most rational thing to do, you shouldn't be driving in this condition." He said giving me one of his shirts that were a little too big on me. I would love to stay over, I mean I didn't know if it was a good idea driving in pain, but it's weird to say yes to Derek, he wasn't the one I came home with. It was Isaac, where was he? Why didn't he come up? After asking myself that and almost answering Derek back, I saw him coming into the bathroom.

"I'm so sorry" he said still having that worried expression he had when he was downstairs.

"It's okay, Isaac. It was an accident would you please stop apologizing." I said with a tired face but managing to smile assuringly back at him.

"Okay, but are you sure you're okay? Do you need to go to the doctors?"

"No, no. No doctors. I'm fine, it's just a little hot soup, I'm fine, honestly" I smiled widely. 

Derek guided me to the living room with Isaac behind us. As we sat on the couch I couldn't help but wince from the pain shooting through me of my sudden movement. I tried to just sit down and hide my wince with a cough.

"Are you ok?" Derek asked. I obviously failed.

"Yeah I'm fine." I nodded with a smile.

"Look i don't think you can drive home like that" Isaac said. "You can sleep in my bed for the night and i'll sleep on the couch and then you can drive home tomorrow" he added.

"I- I don't wanna be a burden" I stuttered.

"You won't, and we would drive you home ourselves, but Isaac doesn't have a car and mine is currently in the shop getting it's paint redone" Derek explained.

"Don't worry, Stiles You're not a burden. It'll be fun, come on." Isaac said, motioning for me to come with him upstairs

"O-okay" I stuttered and took out my phone. "Just a minute" I added and walked into the kitchen and called my dad.

"Stilinski" my dad said through the phone.

"Dad? I just wanted to call to assure you I'm fine, and ask permission to stay over at Isaac's?"

"Who's Isaac?"

"This really cool new guy from school, we're friends now. Can I stay?"

"Sure, son. Just be careful."

"I will, love you, bye"

"Love you too, bye son"

I hung up the phone and looked up to see a smirking Isaac leaning against the counter. I looked at him puzzled, wondering why he was smirking like that.

"Aww that was so sweet. By the way, do you really think I'm cool?" He asked on his way up to his room with me following behind, quickly saying 'goodnight' to Derek who was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching tv, before reaching Isaacs room.

"I don't think you're cool, I think you're stupid and annoying and you shouldn't be invading peoples private phone-calls like that" I trying to hide the embarrassment through gritted teeth.

"Oh calm down, it's no big deal. I think it's sweet how you're careless about what people will say if they find out that you still say 'I love you' to your father" he smiled while changing the sheets.

"I don't get why people think it's childish or awkward or weird to say 'I love you' to your parents. Nothing but good comes out of it. I don't think we say it often enough. Parents deserves to know."