What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
But he did like the thought of their betas together, liked the thought of them helping Isaac. He could trust them, they’d take care of him, their scent would comfort him. Stiles didn’t like the thought of a strange alpha or beta taking advantage-
He hoped Isaac would ask. He hoped he wouldn’t be too nervous to broach the subject. And apparently he wasn’t, at all, because an hour or so later, when the movie was long over and the food was gone, and Erica was in the bathroom whilst Boyd and Derek cleaned up, Isaac inched his way to Stiles’ side, his fingers toying with Stiles’ borrowed shirt.
“Do you think Scott would?” He asked after s few false starts. “Do you think you could ask him?”
“Uh-“ Stiles didn’t want to have that conversation. Or this one. But the wolves had obviously considered Scott so- “I think we should wait until you present. You might hate how he smells then. Or you might both really like each other’s scent and you won’t need me to say anything-“
Isaac nodded. It wasn’t really a thing you could plan ahead before you knew someone’s scent properly. Even Stiles had been amazed at what he could pick up once he presented, things that said compatible or not compatible. Derek had smelt perfect, but Stiles had initially blamed that on the feelings that had been there before.
“We’ll work something out, Yeah? And you have Erica and Boyd. They love you as much as-“
“You and Derek,” Isaac cut him off, then blushed and pursed his lips.
That couldn’t happen. Well, it could, but it wouldn’t be fair on Isaac. Stiles couldn’t feel anything like that for anyone but Derek.
“We’ll see how you feel, yeah? When you present.”
It bothered him. He sat on their sofa once they were alone, his head swimming with thoughts.
“We need to take Isaac to see Deaton,” he said when he felt Derek approaching. “We need to get him on some contraception before his first heat.” Stiles worried at the fabric of Derek’s shirt, then slid his hand under it to touch his own belly, as though he might be able to feel their baby. As though the contraceptive he wanted to work for Isaac might not work for him.