"Alright, I'll do it."
Stiles had to have jumped nearly 50 feet in the air from the shock that (a) someone had just agreed to have sex with him and (b) someone had just agreed to have sex.....with him.
"What?" Was his genius response.
Stiles had known that he was being loud, he could tell by Scott's facial expressions through his whole "I'm A Virgin" freak out, but he didn't actually think that anyone was listening, and he definitely didn't think anyone would have willingly joined in...especially in a conversation like that.
"Come by my place at nine. Plan to stay the night."
Stiles felt his face flush with color and he was sure that Scott could hear his heart beating a thousand milliseconds faster due to his embarrassment. Stiles, however, was kind of...touched. Because at this point, sex wasn't even a romantic gesture in his life, no love involved, whatsoever, for him, it would be a favor. An act to save his life.
"I like to cuddle."
As strange as this whole situation was, Stiles was more concerned with Danny's cuddling confession. He didn't look like a cuddler.
"I, um-" Scott muttered something beside him.
Stiles knew all of Scott's nervous ticks and at the moment, everything about his best friend was saying 'we need to stop this....now.'' And as flattered as Stiles was, he agreed. He loved Danny and all but....well maybe...maybe it wouldn't be thatbad. And on the other hand, he wouldn't have to worry about having his head bashed in and his throat slashed for being a virgin.
"Aw, Danny! That's so sweet. I-"
Suddenly, he felt a warm body press up against him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Scott regaining his balance after having been carelessly pushed to the side. Stiles was confused about who was invading his personal space until he felt a hand brush down his side and a warm pair of fingers wrap around his waist. Not knowing what to do, Stiles stiffened in the Beta's grip, his expression turing from an endearing gaze to utter horror and confusion.
Isaac had definitely grown since he had become a werewolf. He had not only, from what Stiles could currently tell, been working out, but he had matured a bit more into a personality. And had, undoubtedly, become more sure of himself and definitely more confident...a bit too confident at times. One of which being now. Stiles caught his very human breath as he felt a growl run through Isaac's chest. He sometimes thought that these mythical creatures forgot that Stiles was actually veryun-mythical.
"No," came Isaac's voice through clenched teeth.
Everyone's heads shot up to look at Isaac's fierce and cold blue eyes. Each of them were startled at the demand and still pretty disoriented from the whole situation in general.
"I-um," Stiles squeaked at a loss for words.
"Isaac," beckoned Scott from behind.
Danny's face immediately softened as if he understood the problem. He had seen Jackson use those eyes before when someone would look at Lydia in a way that he didn't like. But when he saw Stiles' panicked and desperate face, he mirrored it instantly, once again confused.
"I was just kidding," Danny then said with a slight blush as he turned to scamper away under Isaac's threatening gaze.
Stiles jumped when he felt Isaac nuzzle his nose into the crook of his neck barely a moment later. The werewolf then wrapped both of his arms fully around Stiles' small waist. He was so tiny and fragile in the Beta's arms, causing Isaac to let out a small whine and pull him in tighter. Once the shock wore off, Stiles spastically ripped himself from Isaac's arms. He was on the near edge of falling, tangled in his own limbs, when Scott grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him over to his side. Scott had planted himself in front of Stiles in a somewhat protective manner, that Isaac seemed to pick up. Isaac looked as if he had just been slapped back into reality, his fierce blue eyes softened.The three of them stood there, exchanging multiple looks of confusion, it was several moments until anybody spoke.
"Okay," Stiles, of course, began. He sounded as if he were trying to convince an animal that he was harmless at the most, "what the hell was--"
"Idontknow," Isaac said quickly. His voice was shaky with what seemed to be panic.
Scott chanced a glance back at Stiles, whose heartbeat was rising and falling with every word spoken. Everything about Isaac's body language said that he was just as confused as the other two.
Scott finally spoke, "Isaac?"
"Well I...I mean I knew what I was doing I just don't...I just don't know why."
Stiles snorted, throwing his hands up. Two emotional blows, one after the other. Nicely.
"Stiles-," Isaac said as if trying to reason with him.
"Nope," he cried, following a group of his teammates out of the locker room.
Isaac and Scott sighed as they exchanged exasperated looks and quickly followed after him. It was a cool fall day and the ground was coated in fallen leaves due to the partial-forest environment. Despite the time, the sun was still out and shinning.
He turned to face the two, "I could have had sex Isaac!"
He screamed, suddenly grateful that no one was in earshot of them. Even though Stiles knew that he probably would have declined the offer, but....
Scott rolled his eyes at his friends dramatics. He followed close behind his pack mate with his hands in his pocket, just as Stiles had been only moments ago.
"Stiles," he called, using his special 'Reserved-For-Stiles' voice, "come on."
"No! I could die.....at any second!" His anger was mock, as usual, but at the same time effective, "and if I do...it's both of your faults!"
"Oh my God. Stiles!" Scott rolled his whole head, at the time, another eye roll was simply not enough to express himself.
"Stiles, I didn't mean that...you weren't, um, attractive? Or anything. Or that I wasn't, erm, attracted to you? I just...I mean I like you, it's not like I, uh...I-I just, um-"
"Isaac," Scott tried, knowing that if they just let it go, Stiles would be over it in less than a minute, "it's not even worth it."
Stiles turned again, "I've had two people reject me today...two MEN...in a row! I need an. Emotional. Break!"
When there was no response, Stiles turned, thankful that they were nearing the parking lot.
"Stiles! I think I love you...maybe...probably...I think?"
All three of them winced as if the words had physically hurt each of them. Isaac mentally kicked himself for his word vomit, he was sure that Scott could hear his raging heart beat in his chest. Stiles abruptly turned on his heel and marched straight towards Isaac, not missing the mortified look on his best friend's face. Stiles' eyes were both mischievous as well as dream-filled, almost as if he were in a fog and for a brief, horrifying moment, Scott thought that the two were going to fuck rightthen and there. Though Stiles' face was red, and his heart was beating rapidly, he continued towards the anxiously waiting Beta. And instead of kissing or fucking or doing anything sexual, Stiles merely grabbed the wrist of Isaac's jacket and dragged him towards his car. Unsure if it was safe to follow, Scott hesitated briefly before jogging to catch up.
"Wha-where are you taking me?" Isaac sputtered, allowing himself to be dragged along by the much smaller human. Under most other circumstances, the sight would have been comical.
For a moment, he thought he was addressing him until realization swept over him, "What? Why?" He dug his heels into the ground, putting only little resistance on Stiles' pulling.
"Because we're going to fix it."
"Fix what, Stiles?"
He wildly waved his hands around in an attempt to gesture to all of Isaac as he sputtered, "THIS!'