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Characters: Isaac, Stiles, Greenberg
Date/Time: Sometime after 8pm
Setting: Stiles' room
Summary: Isaac is overprotective and really doesn't like the way the Greenberg thinks he can tackle Stiles and get away with it.
Rating: TBD
Status: Open to Stiles
Warnings: TBD

He hadn't meant for it to get out of hand. He had only meant to talk to him, make sure he understood that fucking with Stiles was a really bad move. But Greenberg just didn't know when to shut his mouth and before Isaac knew what had happened, the other boy had been lying on his side, a bloody nose and split lip and some pretty spectacular bruising forming.

In his panic, Isaac had bolted, taken off out the door with every intention of heading back to Stiles' place. He did however make sure to tell someone that Greenberg had been beaten up. It wouldn't be long until word got out that he was the attacker, but he wanted to be the one to tell his mate. He needed to be the one.

He didn't bother with the front door, choosing instead to scale the house and slip in through the open window.

"Stiles." A pause. "Stiles, I didn't mean it."

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"Well I'm still pretty sure that Jackson considers my pure existence provocation. But I get your point." Stiles opened his eyes when Isaac moved for his shirt, chuckling.

"Such a nervous little hen..." But he was just teasing; pulling his hand away from Isaac's, he sat up, tugging his shirt off his head, tossing it in a corner. Across the left side of his chest was a deep purple welt, the skin around it yellowing. "It looks worse than it feels, I swear."

"Jackson's a douchebag." Isaac didn't care that he was pack; he was still a prick, now he just had fangs and claws to go with it.

Isaac hissed when he saw it, gently trailing his fingers over the coloured skin, feeling for breaks along each of Stiles' ribs. "Jesus, Stiles. He could have crushed you. I'm amazed there's nothing broken."

"Tell me something I don't know." Stiles snorted. He may have still been bitter over the whole 'Jackson is an asshole to everyone, kills a lot of people, and still ends up with what he wants' part of the 'life is not fair for Stiles' story.

Luckily for him, he ended up with something better, anyways, in the form of the blond that was currently poking at him. "Eh, I'm made of bouncy material. I haven't broken a bone in..." He frowns for a moment. "Two years?" That was pretty good for him, honestly.

"My favourite food is cotton candy." And that, right there? That was a joke Stiles. And Isaac leans forward to kiss Stiles' nose.

"It's not funny, Stiles. It was one thing when you were only participating in training. Now you're actually on the field and your own team tackles you. And it's not Jackson." Who wouldn't, not with Isaac there as witness. "Just... be careful. And don't brush me off when I worry."

"Seriously?" Stiles chuckled. "Well I know where I'm taking you next time the fair is in town." He scruntched up his nose at the kiss, biting his lip to hold back a smile.

At the comment on his injury he sighed, moving to flop back on the bed--and immediately regretting it, groaning slightly. "I know...maybe I should just quit." He hated the idea, but things just weren't really getting any better for him out there; and honestly, he was tired of getting hurt.

"Yeah. Erica bought it once, not long after she joined the pack. First time I can remember eating it." Isaac does it again, just to get Stiles to make that face again, because it's super cute.

Isaac was leaning over Stiles immediately, hand dropping gently to his ribs and absorbing a bit more of his pain. "You don't need to do that." A beat. "Unless you want to?"

"Mmm...well we'll get you more of it, okay?" He smiled, raising a hand to brush through Isaac's hair. He liked to spoil him, as much as he could; it bothered him, knowing all the shit that had gone down, after his brother died and his mom left.

No one deserved that.

Letting out a breath as the pain eased up, he brushed his thumb over Isaac's lips absently. "Well it's not like I'm good enough to go to college on a scholarship for it, and it isn't like being in sports has made me popular..." He hated quitting anything though--he had been getting better, after all.

But yeah, the injuries sucked, he hated how half his team mates treated him, and it bothered Isaac a lot, too.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Isaac grinned. He spoiled Stiles as much as the other teen spoiled him. It was just something they did and it made Isaac happy to see Stiles smile.

"Feel better?" He pressed a kiss to the pad of Stiles' thumb, letting the boy speak. "You won't need sports to get you into a decent college. If you don't want to quit, don't. Just... be careful."

As much as the Beta didn't want Stiles playing and getting hurt, he didn't want Stiles to quit just because of him.

"I did know that, but thanks for reminding me." Stiles grinned back; he was kidding, but he did like that Isaac thought that of him.

He dipped his thumb in between Isaac's lips, running along his teeth, shifting on the bed slightly. "Well, you could use the scholarship--probably would do better if you weren't worrying about me all the time." That might actually work, to be honest. He smirked. "Now since my dad might ground you from seeing me for a while because of the suspension, you should take advantage of the time we have."

Meaning, Isaac, you are wearing entirely too much clothing. Yes, Stiles was a hornball.

"I'm glad we're both on the same page."

Isaac licks the finger in his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. "Me with a scholarship?" Isaac had never really thought about it. "I'm never going to stop worrying."

The werewolf grins. "You make a good argument, Stilinski." He pulls away for a moment and pulls his shirt off. "Just, be careful of your ribs, 'kay?"

"Mmm..." Stiles shifted as Isaac sucked on his thumb, suddenly very glad he was just wearing sweatpants and not something tighter. "Yes, you with a scholarship. You won't have to worry about your grades as much...I mean, if you did decide you wanted to go to college." He knew it wasn't for everyone, but he didn't want Isaac to miss out on the chance just because he didn't think he could go, instead of just not wanting to go.

"Of course I do." Stiles reached up his free hand, palming up the expanse of Isaac's chest. "I'll make sure I make you do most of the work. You know, to protect my ribs." He winked playfully.

"I'd never thought about it. Didn't know what I was going to do. But... it's different now, with the pack." It was something he'd have to think about. But not now, with the smell of Stiles' arousal filling the air and all Isaac wants is to have the boy's bare skin under his hands.

He leans in to nip and kiss at those beautiful, red lips, lapping at the soft skin and curling a hand around the back of Stiles' neck holding him close. "How d;you wanna do this?"

"Yeah well pack or not, you guys can't be a leather gang forever." Stiles made a mental note to talk to Derek about it--while pack was important, there had to be a way they could all get an eductation and still stick together. It shouldn't be so hard with all the schools in the area. Besides, Isaac was his mate, and he got some say, he thought.

Letting out a breath, he let a hand snake up to tangle in those ridiculous curls, returning the kiss slowly. "Mmm...I don't care. I should make you pay for your little flub with Greenburg but..." He grinned, letting his teeth rake over Isaac's lower lip. "I'm also injured, and appreciate the defense of my honor." A small joke. Shifting his body, Stiles let his free hand grip at the other teen's hip, thumb rolling over the bone. "Your choice, sweetheart."

"Stiles, you gotta understand that it isn't that simple. Leaving the pack is like leaving my family." Though he knew that if Stiles moved away for college, he would more than likely follow. Stiles was his mate and Isaac couldn't imagine being away from him for more than a day, let alone weeks at a time.

"Greenburg deserved what he got." And Isaac wouldn't hesitate to do it again if it came down to it. He didn't say that though. "Think you're up to topping?"

"I know that, Isaac." Stiles sighed, hand shifting to cup the other teen's face, thumb running along his cheek. "But it's not leaving--family loves and supports one another." Being around them constantly, without having bits of life outside wasn't good. Yeah, Stiles may not be a full fledged pack member, but he gets it, still. "It's not like you wouldn't come right back."

"Mmm..." He shifted his hips up playfully, grinning. "Yeah, as long as you stay on top." That wouldn't pull at his ribs as much as 'topping from the top' would. Pushing himself up slightly, Stiles nuzzled his lips against Isaac's. "Besides, I like to see you riding."

"It's complicated, Stiles. And I don't want to talk about it right now. I want to focus on you." He pulls Stiles forward to press his lips to Stiles', keeping the kiss gentle.

Grinning, Isaac carefully moves to straddle Stiles' lap, reaching down to undo the human's jeans and shove them down his hips. "I can do that."

"We're going to have to talk about it later, though." Stiles sighed, but allowed Isaac to kiss him, dropping the subject for now. He wasn't going to ruin the mood, and he figured that they'd be stuck having phone conversations exclusively outside of school for a bit.

Which would not be good for his own libido. Smiling back at the other teen, he shifted his hips upward, helping Isaac get his jeans off. His own long fingers started to work on Isaac's, his hand palming at his through the material, rubbing teasingly. "Good."

"Later." Much later, if Isaac had his way. He just didn't want to talk about it.

After getting Stiles' pants off, Isaac focuses on getting his own off. Once naked, Isaac moves so he can reach for the draw containing lube and condoms. He drops them on the bed beside his mate before moving to straddle Stiles once again.

"Someone a bit excited?" Stiles laughed lightly, pushing himself up on one forearm, his other hand moving to skate down Isaac's chest, loving the way the heat pressed into his hand. Running a long finger down the other teen's cock, he finally took it in hand, stroking slowly. It had taken him a while, but he was pretty sure he had lost most of his awkwardness, when it came to sex. Yeah, he could be mouthy, but he was pretty sure Isaac liked that.

"You have no idea how fucking good you look."

"May have to go without this for a while. Wanna enjoy it before that happens. Dunno how long I'll have to wait to have you like this again."

Isaac leans into the touch, breath coming out in pants when Stiles' hand curls around his kick and his hips twitch forward into the grip and he gasps. "Stiles, I want you. So bad."

"...I won't disagree with that." Stiles squeezed Isaac's dick gently, knowing how his own breathing was picking up. "...Want you too." He had his other free hand rummage for the lube, finally grabbing at it with a couple fingers.

Popping open the top, he slicked two of his fingers, giving the other teen a heady grin. "Shift up for me?" The positioning was awkward for foreplay--his fingers not having a good angle to press into the werewolf.

Isaac shifts up onto his knees, leaning forward over Stiles to give him easier access to his entrance. He moves until it's as easy as possible for Stiles to reach, knowing that leaning forward isn't recommended with the boy's injuries.

"Please, Stiles. Want you in me."

"...fuck." Stiles practically felt his own dick jump at Isaac's words--kid was blunt as he was, sometimes....and it was hot. Leaning up to kiss the other teen, he reached his fingers back to circle at his entrance, slowly pushing on finger into Isaac, working it in slowly, making sure that the werewolf was comfortable before adding another.

Isaac is panting above him, and he barely kisses back, mouth open against Stiles' as he gasps as that finger enters him and he pushes back against it, impaling himself further. "C'mon, Stiles, another, please."

"Shit...needy." Stiles growled the words out softly, adding in another finger, pumping both of them into Isaac, curling them just slightly, trying to stroke against his prostate. He shifted his other hand to his own cock, pulling it in absent strokes, too busy focusing on Isaac to really care about himself at the moment. "...love it."

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