4 Works in Slow Build Isaac Lahey/Stiles Stilinski
Friend or foe? Packmate or werewolf? Safety and security or excitement and danger?...Good or evil?
Unfortunately, not all choices are black and white, and sometimes heroes and monsters lurk where they don't belong.
As supernatural forces loom large and threaten to destroy his pack, Isaac has a choice to make: Stiles or Ethan?
Plot-heavy, slow burn Isaac/Ethan & Isaac/Stiles love triangle set against a backdrop of supernatural danger and suspense. Set after 3A and diverges completely.
Ch 62: Race Ya
“Take me upstairs and fuck me,” Stiles said as he broke the kiss and bounced in Isaac’s arms. “My ass isn’t sore anymore.”
“So you want it to be again?” Isaac asked with a ragged laugh.
Stiles nodded – fucking nodded. “You wouldn’t believe how many times I jerked off yesterday because I could feel what you had done to me, how many times I played with my hole because it was still wet with your cum.”
“We don’t have much time,” Isaac said as he turned and raced up the stairs with Stiles in his arms.
“I’ll fucking race you to see who can get off first once you’re inside me.”
На следующее утро после вечеринки они с Айзеком единодушно согласились, что это был просто алкоголь, и что никому об этом знать не обязательно, и что они просто забудут об этом. Ха. Ха-ха-ха. Как бы не так. У его тела были явно другие планы на этот счет. Черт возьми.
Это история о том, как одно неверное решение, сделанное на пьяную голову, круто поменяло (разрушило?) жизни двух мальчиков. Мальчиков, которые даже не очень нравятся друг другу, но теперь вынуждены иметь дело с последствиями. Объединит ли это их или же заставит окончательно возненавидеть друг друга?
The next morning after the party, Isaac and he agreed unanimously that it was just alcohol, and that it wasn't necessary for anyone to know about it, and that they would simply forget about it. Ha. Ha-ha-ha. Fuff! His body had clearly other plans in this regard. Hell.
This is a story about how one wrong decision made on a drunken head, changed abruptly (destroyed?) the lives of two boys. Boys who don't even like each other very much, but now have to deal with the consequences. Will it unite them or make them hate each other?
Isaac swears there are a billion different kinds of baby formulas in this fucking aisle...
“Hey, man, you okay?”
The voice startles him; he thought he was alone in his dilemma, and he’s embarrassed to wonder how long this guy has been standing there observing Isaac’s pathetic internal meltdown. Something in the guy’s face seems kind—maybe it’s those Bambi eyes, or the slight grin on his face?—and Isaac gets the idea that even if he noticed the silent freak out he won’t mention it.
“You okay?” he repeats.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Can I—uh—help? Maybe? I’m not the world’s best at the whole baby thing, but I’m a pretty awesome godfather to the world’s cutest one-year-old so...”
- Part 1 of Places in the Heart
Derek stops short the moment his eyes fall on the huddled mass in the corner. The beta lying crumpled there is trying desperately to make himself seem as small as possible and cover his most vulnerable areas. It takes Derek almost a full minute to realize who it is and another to realize that he’s wearing tattered, blood-stained remains of the clothes he disappeared in over four months ago. The acrid stench clinging to him tells such a vivid story of the atrocities he must have endured while he’s been missing that Derek thinks he might be sick.
“Stiles?” he asks in disbelief.
- Part 1 of Desolate