May The Gods Be Never Than You Braver

INNOCENT & INFATUATED

Stiles looks over to where Isaac is sitting at their Lunch table. Isaac looks over at him though the corner of his eye, and when he sees that Stiles is already watching him he smiles.

He has let his hair grow out a little and his curls frame his almost-too-innocent face. They have not yet told anyone about them so Isaac looks away quickly and bites his lip, still smiling to himself.

As Stiles walks over the their table he hears Scott say "Earth to Isaac! What the hell are you smiling about?" with a laugh. Isaac replies "Nothing... just thinking." absently, as Stiles sits down across from him. Lydia, Allison and Scott are sitting at the table, all at various stages through eating their lunch.

"Ha, sure Isaac! Those puppy dog eyes of yours are telling a different story!" Lydia coos, following her statement with "Pun intended." Everyone laughs and Isaac blushes but doesn't say anything so Allison pipes up, a grin on her face, and changes the conversation to a different subject.

"So, I'm having a movie night at my place tonight because dad is out of town and you're all invited. I invited Erica and Danny already and there will be pizza, popcorn, chocolate and as many Harry Potter movies as we can stay awake for, who's in?"
Everyone produces multiple 'Yeah's!' and 'Me's!' and they all agree on meeting at Allison's at 6pm.

The rest of the day fly's by and before the boys know it they're making their way to lacrosse practice together, after an interesting Chemistry lesson filled with cheeky smiles and smitten -don't let anyone see us rubbing knees under the table- looks.

They reach the locker room and part ways to get changed. They make their way to the field with Scott and talk for a while before Coach Finstock gets them started on some stupid training exercise involving dodging and crap like that. Half the team is on the field at a time and Isaac and Scott's group is up first while Stiles has to sit on the bench.

The group that is on the field is taking turns dodging then trying to score a goal so when it isn't Isaacs turn, he and stiles look at each other, smiling like fools and making faces. Isaac is so caught up in the moment that he doesn't realise it's his turn.
"Isaac what the fuck do you look so pleased about? Get your ass back to practicing now or I'll have you doing suicide runs 'till you turn forty!" Coach barks, before blowing his whistle.

After practice Stiles and Isaac grab their stuff and drive back to stiles house to shower and get ready for Allison's 'movie night'.

"Isaac?" Stiles says once they've both showered and are shirtless in his bedroom.
"Yes Stiles."
"Do you think we should start telling people about us?"
"Do you want to?"
"I don't know... do you want to?"
"Oh come on Stiles! It makes no difference to me, I don't have any family to worry about!"

"Yeah I guess if we tell people we're gonna have to tell my dad... And we both know that's gonna be fun... No one thinks we're even a little bit gay Isaac, I don't know how they'll react if we tell them that were gay together."
"I don't think anyone will really give a shit Stiles."
"Why not?"

"Because if they're really your- our, friends, or care about us at all then they'll just want us to be happy." Isaac says almost shyly. Biting his lower lip at the end of the sentence. God it makes Stiles horny when he does that, he just looks so bloody cute it's not fair.

"Oh my god Isaac. When you say shit like that... ugh... I just..." Stiles replies running his hands through his hair in sexual frustration and rolling his eyes. Isaac takes a few steps towards him and grabs Stiles hands, removing them from his hair and placing them by his sides before entangling his own fingers in stiles short -but longer than it used to be- hair.

"What about when I do shit like this?" Isaac asks stroking Stiles' cheek bones with his thumbs.
"Or like this?" He says while pushing their bodies together.
"Or this?" Isaac whispers in Stiles' ear, before moving his face in front of his and pressing a light kiss to his lips. Although all the things Isaac had just said had been questions, Stiles didn't need to answer him with his words, his boner did instead.