Bedmates

Touching you, touching me

Touching you, God, you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love

Just listen to the rhythm of my heart

There's a chance we could make it now

We'll be rocking till the sun goes down

I believe in a thing called love

Ooh!

~"I Believe in a Thing Called Love" by The Darkness

Chapter 8: I Believe in a Thing Called Love

"What is it?" Isaac asked as he slotted his knee between Scott's legs and draped his arm over Scott's side.

The faint smile that had been on Scott's lips became a bright grin, and the corners of his eyes crinkled. He trailed his hand down Isaac's side, his fingers radiating warmth through Isaac's thin t-shirt. "I'm just really proud of you."

Heat glowed in Isaac's chest and he brushed the sole of his foot against Scott's as he nuzzled his face deeper against the pillow they were sharing. "For what?"

"In general," Scott answered, easing forward and drawing Isaac flush against his body, his chin pressing against Isaac's forehead, "but in particular the way you were nice to the twins tonight during pack night."

Isaac gave a perfunctory grumble of protest, but he didn't mean it. He was starting to like his new packmates. It had been two months since the darach had been defeated, Kali had been killed, and Deucalion had left town. Derek and Cora were gone too, and Peter had dropped off the radar. For the first few weeks, Isaac had been angry that Ethan and Aiden were still here, but Scott had given them a second chance and accepted them into the pack. Isaac supposed they weren't as awful as he had once thought. He could even relate to them about the abuse they had suffered at the hands of their first pack, and the manipulation and fear Deucalion had used to control them in the alpha pack. Part of Isaac still wanted to hate them, but it was tough now that he had gotten to know them better, and especially with the way Scott beamed at him every time he showed them acceptance. He might have given Ethan a goodbye hug that night to make Scott's face light up (and he might have held it for a few extra seconds because of the way Ethan sighed and clung to him).

"I'm happy," Isaac whispered against Scott's throat. He didn't mean just in that moment. It wasn't simply a good mood. Happiness was a stable, persistent part of Isaac's life now. "It seems dumb and counterproductive to be a dick to other people."

Scott kissed Isaac's forehead through his hair and rubbed his back. "You're amazing."

Isaac pressed smirking lips to Scott's collarbone and huffed a laugh. "Love you too."

"Love you," Scott whispered, squeezing Isaac's leg with his own and rocking them gently in the bed.

Isaac drifted to sleep to the soothing, steady lub-dub of Scott's heartbeat inches from his face and the creamy-sweet scent of Scott's contentment enveloping him.

-000–

"Mmmuhn." Isaac ground his hips forward, savoring the warm, hard resistance pressing back against him. It felt so good that he thrust a second time, only half-aware of what he was doing. The tingling, throbbing sensations rendered him fully aware before he could justify a third thrust.

He opened his eyes and the now familiar cascade of peaceful happiness washed over him. Everything was exactly the way it was supposed to be. Scott's breath was warm on Isaac's neck and his hair was soft against Isaac's jaw. Their legs were tangled together and their arms were hooked loosely around each other. Even the way their aroused crotches were rubbing was familiar.

Isaac ran his hand down Scott's backbone through his shirt and nuzzled his head, overcome with affection for him.

Scott hummed and shifted, nosing at Isaac's jaw before raising his head.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Isaac whispered, smiling at how sleepy and unfocused Scott looked.

"S'okay." Scott trailed his hand from Isaac's lower back to his hip, giving it a little squeeze and causing Isaac to thrust again.

Scott let out a sighing-moan and the look on his face made Isaac throb...which made Scott throb.

"I guess we should roll over," Isaac whispered. That was usually how they handled these situations. Then there would be long showers in the morning with the other waiting downstairs with the TV turned up until it was his turn.

A light tension crept into Scott's body and his face became serious, gentle but serious. "Is that what you want?"

Isaac's heart stopped. Were they going there? It wasn't a surprise exactly. Their 'I love you's' might as well have been 'I'm in love with you's,' but they had never crossed this line, and as safe and natural as it felt, it was a huge step.

"No, I don't wanna stop." Isaac tried to hold eye contact with Scott, but got lost in his eyes instead.

"Me either." Scott had never actually grinned before. That was the only conclusion Isaac could draw as his face lit up with a grin so full of euphoric excitement that it blew all his past grins out of the water.

Isaac couldn't breathe. He didn't think it was possible for him to feel that happy and excited himself, but then the muscles in his cheeks strained from how wide he was smiling and his heart tried to hammer out of chest.

Scott leaned forward, closing the small distance between their faces and leaning his forehead against Isaac's as he wiggled his hips and sighed. "This feels really good."

"Uh huh." Isaac clung to Scott's arm as he shifted back and then took a long, slow thrust forward. "Ohh."

"Mmm, yeah."

Scott's voice had a desperate edge to it Isaac had never heard before. He stuttered his hips, trying to get Scott to sound like that again.

"Ooh Isaac."

Isaac gasped and bit his lip. Scott had said his name in that voice.

"It's so good, Scott." Isaac's voice was just as messed up and full of desperation, and based on the wild spasms in Scott's crotch and the way he bucked and writhed harder, he liked it too.

"Isaac."

"Scott."

Isaac raised his hand under the blanket. He wanted to touch Scott's arousal. He wanted to hold it against his own and stroke instead of buck. He at least wanted to pull down his pajamas. But he was close and what they were doing was already almost too awesome to take. He wasn't sure he could have handled dialing up the intensity further, so he slid his hand under the sleeve of Scott's t-shirt and clutched his bicep instead.

Scott's hand was on the move too. It traveled lower on Isaac's hip, further back. It was still his hip, but god it was close to Isaac's ass, and the way Scott was squeezing it and rocking Isaac against him made it feel like it could slip at any moment.

They were moaning and gasping inches from each other's mouths. Isaac opened his eyes; Scott's were clenched shut.

"Look at me," Isaac whimpered as his thrusts became erratic and the heat coiled tighter inside of him.

Scott's eyes were unfocused, his pupils blown wide with pleasure.

Isaac pulled his head back so he could look at Scott properly, the flutter of his lips as he tried to control himself, the flare of his nostrils as he took shuddering breaths, the light sheen that had formed on his brow.

"Almost there."

"Me too."

Scott gasped and his mouth twisted into an elongated oval – and Isaac was done! Wet heat blasted out of him at the same moment it blasted onto him.

Scott whimpered and his hand finally slipped. He palmed Isaac's ass and held their hard, sputtering crotches together.

Isaac clenched his ass beneath Scott's fingers as he rabbited his hips, savoring the way it made Scott's breath hitch.

They didn't move for several minutes, just stared at each other as they caught their breath. Scott's eyes were filled with raw emotion, and Isaac would have been overwhelmed and terrified if anyone other than Scott had looked at him that way, but it was Scott, so he returned the look, baring his emotions.

"Guess we better get cleaned up," Scott said after awhile. He let go of Isaac and shifted toward the edge of the bed, but Isaac grabbed him and held him in place. He didn't want to break contact with Scott, even for a few minutes.

"How 'bout if we just, uh..." Isaac reached under the covers and worked the pajama bottoms down his thighs. He bent and twisted his legs so he could grab them as he kicked them off. He blushed as he pulled them out from under the sheets and into the open. He poised to throw them on the floor, but Scott stopped him.

"Smells good." Scott cupped the back of Isaac's hand and guided the wet fabric to his face. He took a long whiff and his other hand disappeared beneath the covers. There was a muted squish as he slid inside his own soaked pajamas. "You smell good, Isaac."

"There's a lot of you on there too," Isaac said with a smirk to keep his cool. Scott's actions were not only turning him on, but making him feel tingly and wanted.

"There's a lot of you down here," Scott answered as the bulge over his waist rose and fell. He took another long drag and sighed before tossing Isaac's pajamas to the floor, then peeling his own off under the blankets.

"Can I?" Isaac asked, his hand on Scott's forearm as he eyed the saturated front of his bunched up pants.

"Oh you don't have to."

"No, I want to," Isaac assured him. His nostrils were already buzzing, and endorphins were firing in his brain. Scott handed him the pajamas and he buried his nose in them.

Scott laughed. "You're getting it on your face."

Isaac growled quietly and rubbed himself under the covers as Scott's pheromones consumed his senses. He sniffed for an embarrassingly long time before he could bring himself to part with the soaked garment.

A goofy smile that Isaac suspected mirrored his own formed on Scott's face as they settled back down, slowly tangling their legs together and sliding closer until–

"Wow."

Isaac gasped as their nude genitals touched for the first time.

Scott's lips curled into a playful smirk. "You were still a little wet."

"Oops." Isaac's damp, sensitive tip grazed across Scott's turgid shaft.

"I like it." Scott cupped Isaac's bare buttocks.

"I had a feeling." Isaac winked at him and squeezed him closer.

"Good night," Scott whispered, nuzzling his nose against Isaac's.

"Understatement," Isaac answered, nuzzling back.

-000-

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