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Scott and Isaac have been dating for a couple of months. Deciding whether they'd keep it private wasn't hard. They're both private people on their own, and they know what it's like if people find out about a relationship early on and stick their noses where they don't belong.
And since they're such private people, no one really bothers them too much about relationships or who they might be seeing. Sure, Stiles makes some jokes after Scott walks into some girl from his economics class, but that doesn't matter! Because Stiles has no idea he wakes up being held by the most handsome boy in the entire universe. Stiles doesn't even know he wants that!
It makes for fun anecdotes, though, late at night when the full moon is nearing and they're both too keyed up to sleep but too tired to do anything else. They'll sit on Scott's bed or on the windowsill behind it, with their legs dangling out the window. And they'll have a contest of whose assumptions are the most ridiculous.
There's one undefeated champion so far, having held the title for months. It had been at the loft and, sadly, Scott hadn't been there.
Peter had said something stupid, like he always does, and Isaac had stared at him (trying to kill him with his eyes, Scott had joked. "It's terrifying when you do that." Isaac had shoved him before continuing with his story). Erica walked in and said something along the lines of: "wow, I always thought you were kind of gay, but Peter? Really?"
Stiles had chimed up from the couch, saying, "As long as it's not my Hale." While continuing to read his book, like he didn't just give Derek a heart attack on the other side of the room.
They still laugh their asses off talking about it.
But the point is, they're good at hiding it. Whatever happens behind closed doors is international waters. They're free to hold, to kiss, to be whatevever they want to. It's freeing, being able to just do whatever they want to do without the fear of people finding out.
Isaac is still living at Scott's house, after Peter had taken his room in the loft, and his mom doesn't dare to come into his room without knocking, fearful she'll accidentally catch him undressed.
It's a win-win, because that way Isaac can be naked in his room whenever he wants and Scott can appreciate him, while there's absolutely 0 risk of his mother walking in. Literally, the only reason she would is if there was some kind of supernatural disaster. And he thinks he'd be okay with it in that scenario.
It makes it even more of a surprise when the door to his room slams open in the middle of a calm night. He'd been nearing sleep, entranced by running his fingers through Isaac's hair. The slam of the door against the wall makes both of them jump, already snapping right back into fight mode.
"Calm down, I'm not here to hurt you," Argent says, crossing his arms as he stands in the doorway. His stance is strange. Unnatural.
"What're you doing here," Isaac slurs, slumping back onto the bed. Scott can hear his heartbeat thudding against his chest, loud and fast. He aches to reach out and soothe him.
His breath hitches, and he desperately tries to put things back to the way they were. "We were watching a show," he says. "On my computer."
"The computer that's on your desk? Must be nice being a werewolf if you can watch a show despite the laptop being closed." Argent doesn't budge from his position in the doorway, and it's from all his experiences while he was dating Allison that he fears what he'll do. Maybe Isaac feels the same, in a strange way. "I need to reach Melissa. Her phone's off, and the hospital won't connect me to her."
"Why won't you just drive to the hospital?" Isaac grumbles.
Argent shoots him a look that shuts him right up. "Because my car is wrapped around a tree a mile from here. Call your mother, Scott."
Scott scrambles off the bed, grabbing his phone from his desk and dialing her number. "Are you okay?" He asks, listening to the dial tone.
"I wasn't in the car," he says. His mom's voicemail rings through his ears, familiar from the many times he's heard it. "I have been shot in the leg, though."
"Oh my God," Scott gasps. "Do you want me to call you an ambulance?"
"Call your mother," Argent says. "Everyone else will ask questions."
"I thought you could deal with that kind of shit yourself," Isaac interjects. He's laid himself out on Scott's bed, like that would make their predicament any less obvious. He looks kind of sexy claiming Scott's space like that. Scott needs to get a grip.
Argent nods. "Normally, yes, except it's the back of my leg, and I can't reach."
Isaac snorts. Scott would think it's adorable if he weren't busy searching through his phone for the hospital's number. He dials. "It's in your ass, isn't it?" He asks, tilting his head in a way that makes his curls fall into his eyes.
Adorable.
"It's none of your business."
Scott eventually manages to get his mom on the phone, but it's honestly a lost cause. Not Argent, he's going to be fine, probably. Besides the fact he won't be able to sit for a while.
Them.
Scott sinks back down onto the bed, an appropriate distance away from Isaac. "So, uh, she's gonna be here in 15 minutes?" Argent nods, moving to walk back out of the room. "Wait!" Scott stops him. "I, uh."
Argent turns back around and faces them with a sigh. "I won't tell anyone of what you dumb teenagers are doing in your free time. I already knew, anyway." He shrugs, weirdly smug about figuring out the details of his dead daughter's ex-boyfriends's lives.
"Does my mom know?" Scott asks.
"Just me."
Argent leaves, and Scott practically falls into Isaac, letting himself be held and turning to groan into his neck. "I hate him, oh my God," he mumbles.
Isaac rubs his back. Scott has a big suspicion he's smiling into his hair. "We all do. He once caught me in my underwear."
Scott snorts. "At least you weren't Allison's first werewolf boyfriend. I thought he was gonna shoot me every time I snuck into that house."
Laying back, Isaac says, "And he's trying to fuck your mom." Scott buries his head into his neck. "She'll be real close to his ass in just a moment."
"Don't say that. Think I'm gonna be sick."
Isaac runs a hand through Scott's hair. "Werewolves don't get sick. Unless you're being poisoned by wolfsbane or something. So I wouldn't worry." He kisses the top of Scott's head. "And your mom's hot. It's not like you don't have eyes."
Scott shoots up, poking Isaac's side until he's squirming and yelping. "Don't say that. You're so gross."
Catching his breath, Isaac looks up at him. All soft and pliant. "Don't worry. I only have eyes for you."