you wanna hit me?

Jackson smiled at Isaac’s grin, and he rolled his eyes before leaning down to press their lips together in a gentle kiss. “So demanding,” he mumbled against his lips.

Isaac reached up for Jackson even as the boy was still leaning down, and he wrapped his hand around the back of Jackson's neck, tilting up to meet him part way. He smiled into the kiss, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment, and then he broke away to shift backwards. "Come here," he murmured, his eyes half lidded as he smiled sleepily.

Jackson moved one hand to stroke down Isaac’s side, the other still moving through his hair. “Yeah, as if you’d let me.” He teased, squeezing Isaac’s hip lightly.

His lips twitching up into a pleased grin, Isaac wriggled happily. He liked the attention. "Never would, you're right," he admitted, his grin smug and unabashed. "Kiss me."

Jackson furrowed his eyebrows slightly. “You don’t get captain of the lacrosse team by slacking off, I got that because I train harder than anyone on the team,” he shrugged and leaned down to press a kiss to Isaac’s forehead. “But yeah.”

Isaac frowned, although he leaned up to accept the press of Jackson's lips against his forehead. "Just don't go getting unhealthy on me," he said softly, reaching up to slip his hand under Jackson's shirt, pressing the back of his hand against his skin. 

"They smell like bad,” he repeated, raising his eyebrows with a smirk. “Always so eloquent, aren’t we, Lahey.” He teased, still moving his fingers through Isaac’s hair slowly. “I’m sorry, though. But they taste good.”

Isaac rolled his eyes, shifting still closer to Jackson. "You know you don't need them, yeah?" He asked quietly, blinking up at the other boy. "You're beautiful, and you already work out too much, and." He stopped himself, giving a shrug. 

Jackson rolled his eyes but moved with Isaac, letting him rest his head in his lap, and Jackson stroked his fingers through Isaac’s hair gently. “Oh, be quiet. It’s not vile, it’s healthy, and I drink them all the time you’re just always asleep.”

Isaac let out a happy sound, pressing closer to Jackson, seeking out his warmth. "They're gross," he protested, scrunching his nose. "They smell like... like bad," he complained childishly, unable to come up with something.

Jackson frowned at him and kicked the edge of the bed again. “What?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows. “I’m not gross,” he defended, moving to sit next to him on the bed, placing his - now empty - cup on the bedside table. 

Isaac peeked out from under the blankets with one eye, arching his eyebrow. "No, but that vile thing you just drank is," he commented dryly, shifting to curl around Jackson, nuzzling and pushing until he managed to get his head in his lap.

"Hey, Isaac." Jackson sighed, nudging Isaac’s leg with his foot. "Wake up, you’re so lazy." He shook his head, kicking the mattress again. He was stood next to the bed, sipping from a protein shake. 

Isaac blinked awake, letting out a little warning rumble as he was kicked lightly. He twisted his head to look at Jackson, his expression sleepy and confused, and growled again at the smell of the shake. "Gross," he complained, giving his head a shake and burying his nose against the pillow to inhale the warm sleepy scent.

{ + isaac}

That would be a really stupid way to die.

From five sit ups? Yeah.

{ + isaac}

At least he does something. I tried to train with Stiles. He did five sit-ups and he looked like he was dying.

I believe that.

{ + isaac}

So. How’s the whole ‘living with Jackson’ thing going? If you fight or something you have the loft, you know?

It's really good, so far. He works out too much and I don't eat healthy enough, but we balance each other out. Yeah, thanks, Der. I'll keep that in mind.

{ + isaac}

It’s okay, I get it. Believe me, I get how it feels.

Yeah. Okay.

{ + isaac}

Nothing. Forget it. Can you tell Scott about tonight?

{ + isaac}

Are you implying something?

What? No. What would I be implying?

{ + isaac}

I still can’t believe that Jackson will meet with three wolves voluntarily.

{ + isaac}

So. Tonight on my old house, alright? Stiles is not coming.

We'll be there.

{ + isaac}

…Good to know.

Yeah.

{ + isaac}

I know. Do you— you care?

Obviously.