Note: This has been up on AO3 for a while and I just now realized it hasn't been updated over here. Sorry about that! Hope you enjoy the finish.

Everything was supposed to be fantastic.

Except it wasn't, because that was how the universe always worked.

Scott had never jerked off so many times in his life.

Yeah, so practically admitting that Scott liked his (sort of. For the moment, anyway) best friend was awesome. The fact that said friend liked him back made it extra awesome. The kissing was fantastic. The mini heart attacks were also great considering he'd missed having them since Allison. The only thing that would have made the world a better place would have been if he could actually see Isaac and relish in their newfound attraction. That would be nice.

Scott had none of that.

Between school and jobs, Scott rarely ever got to see Isaac. After staying up all night locking lips and tongues and god knows what else, it took a few days to catch up on his sleep properly and even after that there was no time to do much else because finals were starting. The weather grew colder so it wasn't even like the two of them could go sneak outside and frolic in the December air because it was too freezing to bother.

Scott only had the privilege of sharing an exhausted smile with Isaac every so often when the curly wolf was just coming in from delivering papers in the morning and Scott was just leaving for his morning classes. By the time Scott came home from school or work, Isaac was usually asleep so that he could be up early for his own job. It was a vicious and terrible cycle and Scott hated every second of it.

Scott found he'd grown fond of standing just outside Isaac's door and watching him sleep. If that made him a stalker then he was willing to live with the title. Isaac wasn't necessarily the most attractive sleeper. He often slept with his mouth open and his body contorted into obscure angles that couldn't possibly be comfortable. Scott had half a mind to enter Isaac's room and reconfigure all of his limbs to look like a normal human being.

Not that any of them were normal human beings anymore, but it was worth a shot.

Despite Isaac's nocturnal shortcomings, Scott couldn't be too mad that the only way he got to see Isaac was when he was asleep. It really gave Scott a chance to think everything through. His admiration of the taller man hadn't changed or even wavered in the least. He still one hundred percent wanted Isaac. He could only hope that Isaac still wanted him.

Which he did, right? He had to. Otherwise, well, Scott didn't know. Otherwise things would be weird, right? And they weren't.

They still smiled at each other or stole kisses when they had the chance. Nothing ever happened in front of the others, though. It wasn't like they were really trying to hide it, there was just never an opportunity where it seemed appropriate. It ate at Scott's insides because all he really wanted to do was jump down Isaac's throat. In a good way. A really good way. And maybe not just with his mouth.

As the calendar year came to a close, so did the semester and Scott couldn't have been happier for it. College was easier to study for, probably because he didn't have to worry about hiding everything from his mom. Funny how losing some of the stressors in his life made it easier to concentrate on school. The lack of annoying peers probably had something to do with it, too. Or maybe it was the lack of lacrosse. Either way, when Scott only had to worry about school, work and getting some alone time with Isaac, it was amazing just how well he excelled in the other areas of his life. In fact, his mother was so proud of him she considered letting him have her old car.

He'd heard horror stories about college students staying up all hours of the night during finals week just so make sure they would pass with flying colors. Scott didn't study any more than he usually did and was actually thankful for the reduced class hours that week because it meant he had more time during the more random times of the day (like 2 in the afternoon. What the hell ever happened at 2 in the afternoon?) to see what Isaac was up to.

Isaac, it turned out, was the one that freaked out over finals.

Scott found him in his room, tugging at his hair and frowning angrily at a textbook that he had spread out on his bed. Notebooks, highlighters and pencils surrounded him to the point that he looked like he'd made a pretty little nest for himself. A nest of despair and the possibility of failed exams.

He even had bags around his eyes, the poor guy. Scott leaned against the door frame, arms folded across his chest and cleared his throat.

"Shit!" Isaac jumped. "Scott!"

"Don't give me that. I know you heard me."

"Doesn't mean I was paying attention. I'm trying to make it through Sociology alive."

"You can fight half the creatures in the beastiary, but you can't handle a college course?" Scott couldn't hide his smirk even if he tried. He remembered those days. The days when Stiles would make fun of him for lacking the proper studying skills. In his defense, though, Stiles had poor study skills, too. He just happened to have something to help him focus during tests. Now Stiles was gone and Isaac was here and he was taking these finals a bit too seriously. Scott was just going to have to change that.

Isaac ripped his eyes away from his textbook like it physically hurt him to do so. For all Scott knew, it probably did. "You're distracting. And I've lost my concentration."

"I think you were concentrating so hard, you were actually repelling information," Scott offered.

Isaac gave him a stern look. "That's impossible."

"Is not," Scott shrugged. "I know from experience. Let me help."

"I got this," Isaac leaned over his textbook like it was a gold nugget from South America. "I'm good."

"Isaac," Scott said, sounding eerily like his mother. He frowned inwardly and tried again, forcing his voice to be much lighter and more like he wasn't a doting hen. "Isaac, you need a break. Seriously."

Isaac sighed loudly and looked around his despair nest with defeat. "I just need to pass this test, Scott. This class is a prerequisite for everything else I want to take."

"I know," Scott said, taking his chance to move into the room. "I know, but you won't keep anything in your head if you're too stressed out. Just five minutes, okay? Trust me, it'll help." Scott slowly crept further into Isaac's room and when he made it to the bed, he knelt on the floor beside it and carefully placed his hands on Isaac's notebook, ready to close it as soon as he was able.

"Five minutes," Isaac reluctantly agreed. "I'm timing you."

"Great!" Scott wasted no more time and shut both Isaac's notebook and textbook with a satisfying fwomp and shoved the offending pieces of paper and writing utensils to the side. "Let's make waffles."

"You can't make waffles in five minutes."

"You can if you use a toaster. Come on. You need brain food. My mom always made me waffles the morning of a big test." Scott really was turning into his mother but he was going to save that identity crisis for another day. He used Isaac's mattress as an anchor and pushed himself up off the floor, and reached for Isaac's arm, tugging him off his bed. "Food."

"When you said five minutes, I thought we were going to make out or something," Isaac very nearly whined. Scott was actually a bit touched that Isaac preferred to eat Scott as opposed to waffles, but no, he had to focus. They would have plenty of time to be intimate after finals, right?

"Sorry to disappoint."

Once inside the kitchen, Scott pulled the store-brand waffles from the freezer and tossed a few in the toaster. As he pulled out various toppings from the refrigerator, he could feel Isaac's presence closing in on him. By the time he'd procured a knife for the cream cheese, Isaac had himself pressed flush against Scott's back, his arms wrapped around Scott's waist in a backward hug.

Scott paused in his waffle ministrations to close his eyes and just relish in the fact that Isaac had taken the initiative to just hold him. In fact, the pause was only supposed to last a second, but one second turned into fifteen and suddenly Scott's neck was turning sideways so that Isaac could nudge his nose along his tanned skin and-POP.

Both boys jumped as the toaster announced it had finished burning the waffles. Scott glared at the offending charcoal offerings and almost reached an arm out to remove them from their toasty prison when Isaac's lips suddenly connected with the skin on his neck and what were waffles anyway? Fuck waffles.

Soon Scott was craning his neck to give Isaac as much access as he wanted. When Isaac moved upward to nibble on the outer edge of Scott's ear, his mind was so focused on all the lovely things Isaac was doing with his mouth that he completely disregarded the fact that it was broad daylight, they were in an open kitchen and Isaac's hands were sneaking their way up his shirt.

In all of Scott's fantasies, he was the one to take the initiative. He'd thought about doing all sorts of interesting things to all the bits of Isaac that were often covered in clothing. He hadn't actually thought about what it would be like to just stand there and let Isaac have his way with him. It was kind of nice, actually. So long as Isaac was enjoying himself—and the delicious scent of arousal and rock hard erection Isaac was sporting seemed to confirm that—then Scott was totally 100% on board with the whole thing.

…which was probably why he pressed himself backward onto Isaac, closing the gap between them even more and may or may not have let out an enticing groan to sort of give him a boost in the confidence department. Isaac took to the hints like salsa to a Tostito. A low, rumbling growl sounded in the back of his throat and he bit down on Scott's shoulder while his hand moved upward across Scott's chest.

Scott couldn't help it, he cried out and was so very thankful he was so overwhelmed by sensation that he didn't actually hear himself cry out because it would have been extremely embarrassing. Sex was usually embarrassing whenever he looked back on it. The problem was that when he was aroused, there wasn't much else to worry about other than making sure he and his partner felt good and embarrassing mouth words be damned.

Under those subconscious thoughts Scott's body was turning into a wave of heat and want. His brain became less coherent as blood began to pool in other places. He was vaguely aware that Isaac was saying something in his ear. He knew words were happening next to his head because Isaac's warm breath tickled his earlobe. Whatever Isaac was saying was probably awesome, so Scott grunted in approval.

Suddenly Scott found himself pressed against the counter, his nose inches away from the cooling waffles. Isaac had pulled away long enough to lift up Scott's shirt and lick a long, wet stripe up Scott's spine. The noise Scott made didn't even sound like him. And those goosebumps appearing all over his flesh? Where had those come from? The tingling sensation followed him all the way down to the tips of his fingers and he knew his claws were coming out. Just what the hell had he agreed to?

He turned his head and croaked out a weak, "Isaac?"

"I wanted to take things slow," Isaac said, his voice low and sultry. His hands ran up and down Scott's sides and alternatively gripped at his skin as Isaac pulled Scott's ass back against him.

"You're humping much more than my leg. That doesn't look slow."

"I'm trying," Isaac said through gritted teeth. "It's been too long. And there's too much stress and frustration and I never get to see you and—"

"Then we've already been taking it slow," Scott told the toaster waffles because turning his head felt weird. Talking to the waffles was probably even weirder, but at least he wasn't trying to eat them straight from the toaster… Although that was a possibility…

"Then what…" Isaac honestly sounded like he was holding the entire world on his shoulders. Scott was half expecting to turn around and see him completely wolfed out. "Do you want to do?"

Scott thought long and hard about the situation. Except that was a flat out lie. He didn't even hesitate before he growled and said, "Fuck the waffles," before turning around.

Isaac was snickering, his teeth flashing bright and joyfully. His fangs were extended. He really was losing it. "I'd rather fuck you," he said.

"That's… what I meant," Scott clarified, but he was smiling, too.

And then they weren't smiling anymore because their mouths were far too preoccupied with each other. Scott actually enjoyed having to pull Isaac down to his level. He could fist his claws into Isaac's curls and just tug their heads together. It was like he couldn't get close enough. The scent of Isaac's arousal swirled around with his own creating one dangerous chemical reaction.

Scott couldn't keep his hands in one place. They needed to reach around and touch every muscle he could. Isaac didn't seem to mind, either, probably because he found himself in the same predicament. Shirts were lifted up. Pants were unbuckled. Awkward limbs bumped into each other and knocked the cream cheese from the counter and the knife clattered to the floor and neither boy even cared.

They shuffled across the floor, taking turns slamming each other into various cabinets, causing the glassware inside to rattle. At one point Isaac held Scott up against the refrigerator and Scott accidentally pressed the button for ice. Neither wolf jumped at the gurgling sound of frozen water spilling out of the fridge. It crunched under their shoes which was a bit annoying, but definitely the least of their worries. Scott pushed Isaac away from the spilled ice and toward the kitchen table. Someone had newspapers and old dishes still scattered about the table top and all of that was shoved to the floor in favor of clearing a space.

Scott did his best to get Isaac onto the table, but Isaac held Scott closely to him, torso to torso as his palms kneaded the seat of Scott's pants. Their lips were swollen and red and Scott had bite marks along his neck that were starting to heal already. Scott gave the table the conspicuous side glance as if to tell Isaac, 'Get on this thing and let me do you.'

Isaac shook his head and groaned into Scott's mouth. "You promised me, just now."

"Wait… wait what?" Scott blinked a few times. His vision was a bit cloudy. He felt like he needed to swim to the surface of his thoughts. "What'd I do?"

"At the counter," Isaac panted. "You agreed."

Scott's eyes found Isaac's and held them. "What did you say…? Exactly?"

Isaac moved his hands from outside Scott's jeans to inside them, easily finding his way under the elastic of his boxers, effectively cupping his ass and grinding their hips together. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you."

Scott swallowed instinctively, but kept his gaze locked with Isaac's. "Well," he breathed. "Who can say no to that?"

In record time, Scott was on his back on the table, pants completely off. One sock had been removed in the de-pantsing but the other sock stubbornly adhered to Scott's foot and Scott couldn't bring himself to even care. Mostly because Isaac was on his knees between Scott's spread legs, mouth exploring every intimate detail. As Scott stared at the ceiling fan lights over the kitchen table, he suddenly understood why people had sex mirrors installed on their ceilings. He really, really wanted to watch what was going on, but he couldn't be bothered to raise his head to get a good look.

Scott was enjoying himself. All he had to do was lie back and let Isaac pleasure him into oblivion. The only reason Scott hadn't blown his lid entirely was probably due to the conditioning he'd put himself through as a teenage boy. But god damn, he was close. If Isaac so much as attempted to drag his tongue anywhere near his perineum, he was going to—

And as soon as Scott thought about, Isaac was there, dragging a wet tongue down the line of his balls toward his opening and Scott had to hold his forearm up to his mouth to keep himself from suddenly jerking forward.

He must have done it anyway, because Isaac was pulling away. All the passion and blurred lust dissipated and was replaced with a soft, genuinely caring voice. "Are you okay?"

Scott hated backing out. They'd come this far. But he hadn't exactly been preparing himself the way he probably should have. Scott almost laughed to himself. Here he was, nineteen years old, a werewolf, and already fought some of the most terrifying things on the planet… and he was frightened of a little anal play. "We don't have any lube," he choked out. That was an awesome excuse.

Isaac's hand idly drew fingers around the crinkled skin of Scott's balls. He could feel them twitch inward with something akin to glee. Fucking balls. Moving around of their own accord. ""I have some. In my room."

Oh shit. New plan, new plan. Scott forced his brain to work but it was of no use. He was trapped by the smell of sex and pre-cum in the air. Isaac was probably staining his pants. The mental image was enough to get him to change his mind.

"Fine, okay. Your room. Now."

"I'll treat you like a lady, I swear."

"Shut up, Isaac."

"Gladly," Isaac said and promptly gagged himself with Scott's penis. Scott let out a string of incoherent mumbling that ended with him practically tugging Isaac by the curls and away from his very eager dick.

"You keep that up and I swear I'll come in your mouth just to piss you off," teased Scott.

Isaac pulled away and stood up, stretching a little. Scott had been right about him staining his pants. It was a beautiful sight. "Tempting," he counter-teased. Oh, Scott was going to simultaneously hate and enjoy this.

That was about the time that Isaac turned tail and ran down the hallway back to his room. The instinct to chase triggered itself in Scott's mind and he found himself suddenly seeing red and tearing down the hallway after the curly headed wolf.

Scott found Isaac already pantsless and pulling out a tube of lubricant from his top dresser drawer. Both his socks were off, too, the lucky bastard. Scott only had enough time to register any of this before his chase instinct caused him to tackle Isaac sideways to the bed and dig his claws into him. Isaac's eyes flashed gold and when he said Scott's name, it was filled with such glorious want that Scott actually howled.

Everything that happened afterward was a blur. Isaac's grip accidentally exploded the tube of lubricant and they ended up using nearly the entire bottle to coat their nether regions. Scott remembered fingers and he remembered the sharp feeling as Isaac pushed his coated head against his hole but he certainly didn't remember much else after that.

He knew a lot of heaving pounding was going on and that Isaac's claws dug themselves into Scott's hips. There was a fleeting feeling of seeing the ceiling again and he may or may not have screamed something about mirrors as he came all over his chest and torso in a fit of nearly blinded passion.

Scott felt like he was waking up for the first time.

His entire body ached, but in a good way. He blinked the sleep slowly from his eyes and when he finally realized where he was, he nearly settled back down into a peaceful doze. The unmistakable scent of sex filled his nostrils and it jerked him awake. There was something heavy and warm next to him in bed and all at once, Scott's brain started to function at full capacity.

He turned around in Isaac's bed and winced at the soreness in his backside. Did werewolves get muscle aches? Maybe they took longer to heal. Weird.

"Isaac," Scott whispered, nudging the sleeping werewolf who had been spooning him from behind. "Isaac, wake up."

Isaac groaned and reached behind his head to grab his pillow and slammed it in Scott's face. Scott took the initiative and pushed Isaac off the bed.

"I'm awake!" Isaac shouted from the floor. He hesitated for a few moments, probably getting his bearings, which Scott totally understood, and then his face jerked upward to meet Scott's. "What time is it?"

Scott lazily checked the alarm clock beside Isaac's bed. "It's like five in the afternoon. I didn't mean to shove you off the bed but considering the mess we made, we should probably get it cleaned up before Derek gets home."

Isaac rubbed his eyes. "Shit," he groaned. "Don't say that, you'll jinx it!"

"You can't jinx things," Scott laughed and waved his hand like he was just poo-pooing Isaac's silly superstitions. "Derek won't get home for another hour. We've got time!" It was true. Derek usually came in at about six from whatever it was that he did. If he remembered correctly, Boyd and Erica were either having a date night or trying to study at the library where they couldn't be distracted. All Scott had to do was grab the broom and mop and the Febreeze and everything would go back to normal.

Everything was going to be fantastic.

Except it wasn't, because that was how the universe always worked.

Because at that moment in time, both Isaac's and Scott's ears perked up at the sound of a key in the front door. Horror slowly filled their eyes as they exchanged terrified looks. Scott could practically smell Derek's anger.

"What the hell did you guys do to my kitchen?!"

A faint splash.

"And there's water all over the floor!"

Squish.

"And melted cream cheese!?"

Crunch.

"These are my insurance papers!"

Scott and Isaac's facial expressions changed to ones of terror to ones of mirth. The mental image alone of Derek finding the giant mess they'd left behind was suddenly the most hilarious thing that had ever happened to Scott. Derek was still shouting obscenities.

"And it reeks of sex and waffles. EVERYWHERE."

Scott leaned down over the edge of the bed to share one last kiss with Isaac before Derek came in and ripped their heads off. When they broke, he was smiling. "Totally worth it."

"Totally worth it," Isaac echoed.

Derek the big bad wolf could huff and puff all he wanted. Scott had Isaac and he knew he was going to keep him. He hadn't even realized there was a missing piece to his puzzle until Isaac filled it.

Isaac was his gold, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.