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It was the weekend before school began again and Isaac and Stiles were spending it holed up in Isaac’s bedroom. They wren’t doing much, just enjoying each other’s presence. Isaac was leaning against his headboard reading a book that Stiles had given him, and Stiles was playing on his phone with his head in Isaac’s lap, the rest of his body stretched out on the bed.
“So does your dad know you’re here?” Isaac asked Stiles, not looking away from the book.
“Nope,” Stiles replied, continuing to tap away at his phone. “He thinks Scott and I are at the school practicing lacrosse.”
“What if he goes looking for you?” Isaac said, looking down at Stiles in concern.
“He won’t.” Stiles replied.
“How do you know that?”
“Because he probably thinks that Scott and I are doing something illegal and he doesn’t want to have to find us and do something about it,” Stiles explained.
“Isn’t that his job?” Isaac said.
“Not when it comes to Scott and I. He knows that we know that if we did something really bad and got caught he would have no reservations about sticking us in jail for the night, so he’s not going to try looking for us. Basically he trusts us to not get caught. Which means that we are safe and sound!” Stiles looked away from his phone to grin at Isaac.
“It’s funny how your dad would prefer you doing something illegal rather than hanging out with me in a house alone,” Isaac remarked.
“Backwards thinking, I know. But I think it’s more for his benefit than ours. He doesn’t give a fuck what we do as long as it’s not on his couch.”
Isaac and Stiles hadn’t said anything to anyone about their new relationship status quite yet. Isaac was a firm believer in ‘not telling unless absolutely necessary’ and Stiles was okay with that for the moment. However their secret wasn’t hidden from the sheriff for long when he came home from a shift early to find Stiles and Isaac half naked, kissing passionately on the couch.
Isaac had begged the sheriff not to tell Derek because he wanted to tell him, himself and the Sheriff agreed as long as the two of them weren’t alone in his house again.
Isaac, too afraid to test the sheriff’s conditions, had abided by that law, no matter how much Stiles begged him to break the rule. However, just because the sheriff had those rules, didn’t mean that Derek did (yet) and the two of them took full advantage of it.
Isaac didn’t want to tell Stiles this but there was a small thrill every time they were in the loft alone, and were able to make out on every single surface (minus Derek’s bed) with the risk of Derek coming home.
“Hey Isaac?” Stiles said, several minutes later.
“Hmm,”
“Do you want to go on a date?” Stiles asked, sounding as nonchalant as possible.
Isaac took his eyes off the book to look at Stiles. “Like, a real date? Like go out for dinner in public?”
“Yeah,” Stiles replied a little more confidently. “Like a real date, where I pay because I asked you, and give you my coat when you get cold and we kiss on your doorstep at the end of the night.”
Isaac sighed “I don’t know…”
Stiles sat up and kneeled in front of Isaac. “Come on Isaac, we’re practically in a relationship! We should be going on dates!”
“I thought we were in a relationship?” Isaac asked, a little confused.
“We are! Which is why we should go on at least one proper date.”
Isaac sighed again and looked at his bedspread instead of answering Stiles, tracing the pattern with his eyes.
“I understand that you want to take things slow, and that you’re nervous about finding about because of your dad and everything and I respect that,” Stiles began “But I also really want to take you out on a date and kiss you out in public at the end of the night and show you off because you’re the hottest person I’ve ever seen and everyone should know that Stiles Stilinski can land the hottest person in Beacon Hills.”
Isaac didn’t look up. He continued to trace the pattern, now with this fingers.
“We don’t have to stay in town either, we can go to the neighboring town and go to a place so no one recognizes us if that makes you feel more comfortable.” Stiles took Isaac’s hand away from its tracing and laced their fingers together. “Please? For me?”
Isaac looked up at Stiles finally. He was smiling at Isaac encouragingly and his eyes were practically begging Isaac to answer yes.
“Do you promise that it won’t be in Beacon Hills?” Isaac asked.
“Yes! If that’s a condition you have to going on a date with me, then yes, completely! We will go out of state if that makes you feel more comfortable!” Stiles said.
Isaac smiled a little at Stiles’ enthusiasm and sincerity then said: “okay, let’s go on a date then. A date where you have to give me your jacket and I won’t pay a cent.”
“Deal!” Stiles said grinning like an idiot.
Stiles’ excitement was infectious and Isaac couldn’t help but grin back at him. He leaned forward and captured Stiles’ lips in a kiss who immediately responded, wrapping his arms around Isaac’s neck and almost immediately climbing on top of Isaac to straddle his hips. Isaac didn’t mind in the slightest, however. He had gotten used to Stiles’ habit of climbing on top of him almost anytime they began kissing. It was Stiles’ “thing” just like it was Isaac’s thing start overthinking everything the moment any kissing began.
“Wait, wait wait,” Isaac said breaking the kiss “Are we gonna tell our friends about the date?” he asked.
“Do you not want them to know?” Stiles asked.
“It’s just that I don’t know how to bring the topic of “us” up to everyone. I mean, I’m pretty sure Erica knows already. But actually talking about the topic feels impossible.” Isaac explained.
“How about this, if it comes up, it comes up and we tell them. If not then don’t worry about it. It’s bound to come up eventually. Nothing gets passed Lydia or Erica. With those two around we’ll be figured out in no time,” Stiles said.
“Okay, I like that idea,” said Isaac, nodding.
“Good, can I go back to kissing you now?” Stiles asked, leaning in.
“Wait, one more question,” Isaac said.
Stiles sighed, and looked like he was resisting the urge to groan in frustration “yes?”
“When is this date?”
“You free next Friday?” Stiles asked.
“Next Friday works,” Isaac answered.
“Great! Now please let me continue kissing you!”
“If you insist,” Isaac replied, jokingly.
Instead of responding to Isaac’s usual sass. Stiles just began kissing him again.