In Your Arms

Chapter 3

          My heart is instantly beating a thousand times a second and I need to see Isaac right now. I run into the bathroom to see Isaac standing in the shower still fully clothed and he is shivering more than he was before he got in. How long was I out on the balcony and how could I not notice? The once warm water has now run out and been replaced by an icy cold spray. I look up and see Chris reaching in to turn off the shower and I am grabbing the towel I folded and stepping into the tub with Isaac.

          I wrap the towel around him tightly and he leans against my chest as I hold onto him like he could disappear at any second. Then I hear Chris coming back into the bathroom with the clothes I had pulled out. I guess I threw them down outside the bathroom when I ran in. "Hey Isaac let's get out of these wet clothes okay?" I coax as I guide Isaac out of the bath while making sure he doesn't slip. I grab the clothes from Argent and he says that he needs to go an get Allison's things in order. I nod in understanding and with that I am left alone with my mate who at the moment is freezing, soaking wet, and completely heartbroken at the death of one of his best friends.

          I lead Isaac out of the bathroom and have him sit on the end of my bed. I start with his shoes and begin untying the laces of his boots. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you have to deal with me Derek" Isaac begins to start apologizing. "Hey Isaac there is nothing to be sorry about. I wouldn't ever want you to deal with this by yourself. I am always here for you ok. I give his thigh a squeeze and continue to take off his shoes.

          Finally the wet shoes are off and now it's time to move upward. I glance at Isaac and the vacant look in his eyes has returned. I can see his eyelids drooping and know I need to move fast before he falls asleep on me. "I'm gonna take your pants off now" Although I have seen Isaac shirtless before during our numerous alpha-beta cuddle sessions, I have never had to fully undress Isaac. So I feel the need to ask permission first. Isaac half-heartedly nods, not really absorbing what I am saying. So I proceed to unbutton his pants and am all of a sudden nervous as the prospect of undressing Isaac.

           I want to kick myself for even thinking this stuff now, Isaac is hurt and this shouldn't be arousing me. I pull his wet jeans, after a bit of a struggle as the fabric was sticking to him, and am pulling one leg off when Isaac snaps back to reality and grabs my hand. "What are you doing?!" He seems startled that I am pulling his pants off while crouched down in front of him. "You need to get out of these wet clothes, I brought you some to change into and then you will warm up. You are still freezing" My explanation seems to appease him because soon he nods his understanding and I proceed to pull the remaining pant leg off. "Isaac do you want to put on these sweatpants by yourself or is it okay if I help you take off your boxers?" I ask and am practically unable to contain myself at the idea of seeing Isaac's lower half naked. "It's fine...you can..." Isaac mumbles with his eyes staring off into space. He starts to sway drowsily. I grasp his waist to keep him from falling over. "Hey Isaac stay awake for me bud, just wait until you get changed" I then realize that it may be easier to put his pants on if he is laying down. So I stand up and gently ease him onto the bed while holding the back of his neck.

          I then decide to just get on with it and in one motion pull Isaac's wet boxers off and grab the sweatpants. For Isaac's own privacy I try not to gape at his length but I can't stop myself from gazing at it for a second. I look at Isaac, who is gazing blankly around the room seemingly enthralled in the ceiling tiles. I then slip the sweats over his long, lean legs and now need to remove his shirt. I decide the best approach would be to sit next to him and prop him up while slipping off the t-shirt. So I move over and sit next to him and wedge my arm under his back to push him into sitting position. I am soon met with complaints however, "No Derek I wanna sleep. Want to lay down".