A/N: I've had this story in my head for a long time, so I decided to get it out. The premise is that practically the entire thing will take place in Scott's bed/bedroom. It's just some light, semi-slow build Scisaac fluff. There may or may not be smut in later chapters. I have ten chapters and an epilogue planned. All chapters will (hopefully) be between about 1-2K words (which is why there may not be smut. My smut scenes tend to turn into thousands of words by themselves). I'm trying to keep this short and the only focus will be on the Scisaac relationship. Stiles will appear briefly in one chapter, and he's the only other character who'll be in the story at all.
Push the door, I'm home at last
And I'm soaking through and through
Then you handed me a towel
And all I see is you
And even if my house falls down now,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me
And I want to thank you
For giving me the best day of my life
"Thank You" by Dido
Chapter 1: Thank You
It was a dark and stormy night.
Scott frowned. He wasn't sure but he thought he might have read that opening line somewhere else before. He crossed it out and tried again.
It was raining really hard, and there were like no lights on around town.
Scott nodded. That was much better. His assignment was to write a short story about two characters who meet and fall in love in unusual circumstances. Now that he had set the scene, he decided it was time to introduce his protagonist.
The young man slogged through the streets, unaware that tonight his life would be irrecobly...irrivoc...totally changed.
He was tall and handsome with a breathtaking smile that few people got to see. He's been hurt before and it's hard for him to trust people, but he's still able to see the goodness in others, and he's got this light in his eyes that won't go out.
His fortune changed (in a good way), when he went to the one place where he still felt safe. He was just hoping to escape the storm, but something way better ended up happening instead. He knocked on the door and—
Scott jumped as there was a knock on his own door.
"Come in Mom," Scott called, returning his attention to his homework.
The door opened and Scott turned his head in surprise as he caught a familiar scent that didn't belong to his mom. Isaac was standing in the doorway in a soaking wet t-shirt, holding a duffel bag.
"I was wondering if I could, uh, ask you a favor?"
Scott jumped to his feet and approached his friend. Isaac was radiating distress and Scott's first impulse was to hug him or at least pat his shoulder, but Isaac's posture indicated embarrassment and discomfort, so Scott settled for taking the wet bag from him and stepping back, silently inviting Isaac further into the room.
"What happened?" Scott asked, setting the duffel bag on the floor as Isaac shut the bedroom door and glanced down at his feet, eying the wet spot he was creating.
"Derek threw me out." The only emotion in Isaac's voice was a tinge of anger, but Scott could smell the sadness and vulnerability rolling off of him in thick sheets. "I was hoping I could–"
"Stay here as long as you need." Scott clapped a hand on Isaac's wet shoulder and give it a small squeeze. "I'll getcha a towel."
"Just for tonight, and then I'll figure something else out," Isaac said as Scott walked into the adjoining bathroom.
Scott frowned back at Isaac, then turned his attention to the closet where he kept the towels. He selected the thickest, fluffiest one he had and hurried back into the bedroom. "I'm not letting you end up in another abandoned train station or burned-out house. I'll talk to my mom, but you're staying here as long as you need."
Isaac gave the faintest of nods as he took the towel from Scott, shook it open, and buried his face and head in it. Scott had the passing thought that he wasn't just trying to dry off but also hide.
"Do you have a change of clothes?" Scott asked.
Isaac pulled the towel away from his face and eyed his wet duffel bag. "Yeah, but..."
Scott patted Isaac's shoulder again as he stepped around him and to his dresser. "I'll find you something."
Isaac peeled his sopping t-shirt over his head and dropped it onto his bag. He paused with his fingers hovering over the fly of his pants and gave Scott a questioning look.
Scott fought to keep the smirk off his face as he nodded and pulled a pair of sweatpants out of his drawer. This was hardly the first time he'd seen Isaac undress, but he could appreciate the difference between changing during lacrosse practice versus in another guy's bedroom.
"Why don't you go take a shower?" Scott tossed the sweatpants he'd selected for Isaac, along with a baggy t-shirt he thought would fit him, on his bed instead of handing them to his friend. "It'll warm ya up."
Isaac nodded and dropped his saturated pants atop his shirt on his bag, stepping away and heading to Scott's bathroom in just a pair of white briefs. They too were wet and didn't leave anything to the imagination, but both boys pointedly kept their eyes raised and didn't acknowledge the visible outlines Isaac was sporting.
"If it's cool with you, I'll go put your stuff in the laundry so it's ready for school tomorrow."
"You don't have to do that," Isaac answered in a soft voice from the bathroom doorway.
Scott laughed. It wasn't like throwing some clothes in the dryer was a huge favor. "Go shower."
After starting the laundry, Scott decided to make a couple of mugs of hot chocolate. Isaac was dressed in the clothes Scott had lent him and toweling off his hair when Scott returned to the bedroom and set the steaming beverages on his desk.
Isaac picked up his drink and stared down at it, the towel hanging from around his neck.
"Is it okay?" Scott asked, wondering if perhaps Isaac didn't like hot chocolate. It had seemed like a safe choice, but now he wasn't sure.
Isaac took a sip and flashed a quick smile at Scott before dropping his gaze back to his mug. "It's good. I just...didn't see my night turning out like this."
Scott closed his notebook and slipped it into his bag. The story wasn't finished, but there would be time for that later. He grabbed his beverage and motioned for Isaac to sit on the bed.
"You wanna talk about what happened?" Scott asked as he took a seat next to his friend.
Isaac shook his head and took a slurping sip of his drink.
Scott bumped Isaac's shoulder and matched him with a noisy drag from his own mug. The hot liquid made his lips tingle and warmed him from the inside out as he swallowed. He glanced out at the pouring rain and watched as lightning streaked across the horizon. "I'm glad you're not out in that."
Isaac raised his head and gave Scott a longer look. "Me too." He flashed Scott another smile before raising the mug to his mouth. "Thank you," he whispered into the ceramic rim.
Scott patted Isaac's back and slid the flat of his hand across Isaac's shoulder as he pulled it away.
When they were finished with their drinks, Scott brushed his teeth and washed his face, then Isaac took his turn getting ready for bed. Scott was pulling back the covers as Isaac returned to the room.
"Do you have a blanket and pillow I can use?"
Scott chuckled and nodded at the bed.
"Oh." Isaac's eyes widened and he took a half-step back. "I'll just sleep on the couch. I don't wanna...be in your way."
"Dude, the couch sucks. It's lumpy and worn out, and way too short for you. Our guest room has pretty much turned into a storage room too, and I think the mattress is older than me. Just sleep in here. My bed's big enough for both of us."
"I can sleep on the floor."
"You can't sleep on the floor." Scott frowned and crossed his arms. "Get in the frickin' bed or you're not getting any hot chocolate tomorrow."
Isaac let out a sharp burst of laughter and his face relaxed. He shrugged and stepped past Scott. "I do really like hot chocolate," he said with a smirk as he slid between the sheets and settled down.
Scott chuckled and turned off the light before climbing in next to him. Their shoulders brushed and Isaac flinched away, pressing himself against the wall. Scott wanted to tell him to relax but decided against it. He didn't want to embarrass him. Besides, he'd have to relax once he fell asleep.
"Good night, Scott."
End Note: Feedback is always greatly appreciated.