Scisaac One Shots!

The "Gay Talk"

Two updates in a day, whoooooo! ("When are you going to update your other stories, Margeaux??")

Agent McCall greeted the two boys with a smile that was so sickly sweet, Scott thought for sure he was going to throw up. He had seen the smile before, and he had feared it. But, he just couldn't say no to his mother's request of trying to intergrate the detective back into his life. Scott was known for second chances, it was what he belived in, so why was his father any different? Scott shot a nervous glance at Isaac, who seemed too caught up in his own thoughts. Scott's dad had been slowly earning his trust back over the past couple months... but Scott feared that was about to end today.
"So, boys," His father started, beaming. "It's time we finally talk about this, huh?"
"About... what exactly?" Isaac asked uncertainly.
The agent keep up his kind facade. "About you two, thinking you're gay."
"But we are," Scott said cautiously.
His father shook his head and chuckled. "Believe me, I had this phase too. What about Allison, Scott? She was such a nice girl. You should get back together with her."
Despite his calm and collective look, Scott could see that Isaac was gripping his seat with the intensity of a bull.
"I think you should leave," Scott suggested, becoming increasingly irritated with his father.
"Oh, don't get me wrong," the eldest McCall added defensively. "I have nothing against gay people. Isaac, you can go live your life anyway you want, but I'm trying to do what's best for my son."
Isaac gave him a grin faker than his ID. "Of course Mr. McCall, I understand completely."
For a second, Scott was shell-shocked at Isaac's response. Isaac was never one to give in, especially to homophobes. Not only that, but he hated Scott's father more than anything, and he had only met him two days ago. Scott didn't know how to react.
"Sir, if I may," Isaac started. "I wholeheartedly agree with you. This is truly what's best for Scott. I just wanted to let you know that your son is an amazing kisser. A little shy, but he really knows how to use his tongue.
"He can also be a bit clumsy, but in an adorable way. Especially when I'm fucking him so hard he can't walk the next day."
Isaac smiled warmly at Mr. McCall and popped an ice breaker into his mouth. The passive aggressiveness that dripped from his every word was highly impressive. Scott couldn't decide if the look on his father's face was dismay, anger, or shock.
The man jumped from his set. "Get out of my house," Mr. McCall demanded.
In retaliation, Isaac stood up to meet his gaze. "Hey Scott?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you stand up for a sec?"
Confused, Scott made his way to his feet. Before he could even stand up straight, Isaac grabbed him and pressed his lips to his. Although Scott was completely caught off guard, he quickly realized the point Isaac was trying to make and kissed him back roughly. He felt Isaac's hand slowly travel down his body to his ass, and he loved it. When the two separated, Scott wished he could tattoo the look on his dad's face onto his arm.
"You—You are not my son," he stuttered, pointing at Scott furiously. He struggled to find the words that matched his anger.
"Good," Isaac retorted angry. "Now get out of here before I start sucking his dick."
Scott beam proudly and gave his father a little wave as he stormed out. The front door slamming echoed throughout the house, prompting a joyous occasion rather than a dismal one.
"Sex on his bed?" Scott suggested.
"Sex on his bed." Isaac agreed.