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"Isaac!"
Stiles was literally fuming, he stomping his way through the crowd and it seemed like time had stopped. Everything was going in slow motion in Isaacs perspective. The lights weren't changing colors as fast and peoples movements staggered. Everyone was minding their own business not paying attention to them. Not until Stiles grabbed Alec and threw him on the floor away from Isaac. It took Isaac a minute to process what had just happened. One minute he was grinding his ass off to the beat of the music against Alec, as if they were having sex. Dance sex. The next Alec is on the floor, and a raging Stiles isn't far away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you! You're the one practically begging to be fucked, Isaac!"
Stiles was doing his exaggerating hand movements and surprisingly his composure wasn't affected, by any means, by the many pairs of eyes watching him and the scene unravel before them. "So what! Maybe I did. Deal with it." By now Isaac was offended by Stiles behavior, and was now at Alec's side trying to help him up, getting a few apologies and thank you's from Alec, even though Alec seemed to enjoy what Isaac had said.
"You came here to pick me up. Not to enjoy yourself with..him. You can't just do that, Isaac..you don't know how he is! Hell he's worse than how Danny was!"
"Hey! Watch it, Stilinski!" Alec was still on the floor, amongst many of the watchful peoples feet, his face was hardened and eyes icily stared at Stiles. Isaac on the other hand had just ignored his outburst and focused on the drunken Stiles before him. "
Stiles, you cant tell me what I can't or can do. Maybe it was just a fling. It won't hurt anyone. Well.. It wouldn't have anyways."
Isaac was utterly tired of Stiles behavior. He didn't want this to continue here so why not just get the hell out of there and settle this somewhere more..private, Isaac would say. He was sure as hell that Alec probably didn't even want to continue, since now everything had turned into a total eruption of emotions. Isaac could smell them in the air. Distinctly the smells off of Stiles, His own, and Alec's. A mixture of hornyness, rage, betrayal, amusement, and a lot more he didn't want to register.
"Whatever Isaac. What fucking ever. You can fuck around all you want. But with him? He knows that.. That I.. You know what fuck you both."
And with Stiles was walking and shoving past everyone, his jeeps keys in his hands. Stiles was beyond mad. Isaac was being stupid and air headed. How could he not get what Stiles was so mad about? For the love of god he desired for Isaac to just pay a bit of attention to him. Just a little tiny bit. Isaac was debating on going after Stiles. He wanted to settle this, or try to help the situation. So off he went. He forgot about Alec and went off to follow Stiles.
They were both in Stiles jeep. It was awkward and no one had said anything. How could they? They were like puzzle pieces that didn't seem to match. Or did they? Isaac and Stiles were both looking at different directions avoiding each other's gaze. How long were they going to be like this? They seemed to have the same thoughts but they didn't intersect with each other. It was all pure silence. Stiles took a moment to study Isaac from a closer look, his chiseled sculpture, his sharp angles that made him look flawless. His ivory skin that made him look like a god that was sent to Earth on accident. Then there were those hands that looked silky to the touch. He may be drunk but he could tell the difference between his longing heart and lustful body. He just wished that Isaac would give him a chance.
"Isaac.. I'm sorry."
Stiles was the first to break the ice and determined to give his heart away. Today. Right now. Anytime. For Isaac. "
Stiles.. I just don't get it. You act so different than you used to. You keep doing different things. Saying you want me.. But then being with another guy? It's confusing.."
"He..when did you see? He didn't have to do with anything. He saw me there asked if I was alone and we talked.. I don't see why you are acting betrayed, Isaac."
"I saw when I got there. I was sure you were having fun. He was practically eye fucking you. If you didn't notice."
Isaac was showing his jealousy and there was something to it. He wanted to break whatever it was. Was it their tolerance? He kept his eyes steady with Stiles'. They were a warm chocolate brown, they had a pattern in them that made it look like his eyes showed oblivion and were..well gorgeous.
"Oh, please. Like you'd care. It's not like you've been caring for the past weeks. Isaac are you really that damn blunt?"
"What? I'm blunt enough to notice that you're practically watching my every move? I smell everything, Stiles. I can tell when you're..aroused. Like now."
Isaacs eyebrows raised up and his eyes suggestively moved from Stiles face to his evident hard-on that was restraining in his jeans. Isaac was right. He loved it when Isaac wasn't in his shell and spoke up. Isaac reminded Stiles of the sea. He could be calm and able to be controlled, fun and exciting then tremendously rabid. Stiles just looked at Isaac, making sure to keep eye contact as he began to speak,
"Do something about it then, Isaac."
Isaacs breath had hitched in his throat, his tongue jutting out to wet his lips that seemed to have gone dry. He just kept staring back at Stiles. He wanted to do something. He was going to do something. Isaac was tentatively moving closer towards Stiles, making sure to go slowly as possible. His hands were reaching over towards his shoulders as his body was sliding over on top of Stiles until he was fully seated on top of Stiles. Even though his legs were longer than Stiles, he fit perfectly. Stiles on the other hand, was booming inside.
This was one of his fantasies, though in his fantasy him and Isaac were naked. His crotch was being put delicious pressure on, and he liked it. It was Isaacs perfect ass, that ass he had been longing for. Stiles kept his eyes to Isaacs face, then going down to look at how his body molded and fitted on top of him. He liked this. Adored this.
"You'd would like me to ride you wouldn't you? I bet you've had dirty dreams about me Stiles.,"
Isaac was leaning forward Stiles, making their chests press together, so his lips were directly at Stiles jaw bone, his hips were starting to relatively move in a forward motion, slow and tamed.
Isaac did want to have fun with Stiles, he wanted Stiles to forgive him for ever doing him any wrong. He wanted to forgive Stiles for pinning him up and making him feel utterly guilty. And Stiles was okay with that.
"What..what are you doing?"
Stiles was loving the sensations Isaac was giving his hard on, groaning small yes's that reached Isaacs ears. The fabric of his jeans and weight of Isaac was pure bliss. He let his hands guide down to his hips, leading Isaac to go a little bit harsher. To Stiles, Isaac was his. Today he would claim him and no one would stop him. Isaac could feel Stiles gaining confidence, feeling his member rig under him, wanting to escape the confinements of his jeans. He needed to know that this was real, as well as Stiles. He lifted his head up and stared into his eyes, whispering softly enough for Stiles to hear.
"Kiss me."