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Kickstart My Heart

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Scott returned to his bedroom and stood for a moment to admire the vision before him. Isaac was asleep in his bed, lying on his front, hair tousled, mouth slightly open, the sheet riding low on his bare back. It was a gorgeous sight. There was only one thing he liked more than to watch Isaac sleep and that was to have Isaac awake.

He crawled up the bed and laid himself over the top of Isaac. Isaac sucked in a breath, waking to the feeling of Scott placing kisses on his neck and shoulders. He reached back for Scott and Scott took his hand and placed a kiss there as well.

Scott raised himself up a little so that Isaac was able to turn over onto his back. He then re-settled his weight over Isaac’s body, watching as Isaac breathed deeply and let his eyes shut again.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Scott said quietly. “How come you’re so tired?”

“Your fault,” mumbled Isaac. “You kept me up all night.”

Scott raised an eyebrow. “You’re complaining?”

“I’m not talking about that,” replied Isaac, his eyes slitted open. “I’m talking about your snoring.”

Scott’s mouth dropped open dramatically. “I do not snore.”

“You do snore, like a chainsaw,” insisted Isaac. “And, like everything else, you’re very good at it.”

Scott thought for a moment as an idea formulated in his mind.

“Well, then, maybe I can make it up to you with something else that I’m really good at,” Scott purred seductively.

The kiss began slowly, Isaac still only half awake. Isaac’s arms came to rest at Scott’s waist as Scott began an even slower grind of his hips. He smiled, reveling in the moan that escaped from Isaac. The kissed deepened, Isaac’s hands separating, one dragging up Scott’s spine, the other insinuating its way into the back of Scott’s boxers. Scott was just about to turn over and remove said boxers when, all of a sudden, they heard the garage door opening.

“What the hell?” swore Scott. “What’s she doing home so early?”

They both heard Melissa also cursing.

“Shit, my motorcycle,” said Scott as he jumped up and grabbed for his clothes.

“We didn’t clean the kitchen,” added Isaac, also reaching for his clothes. “And I’m not supposed to be in your room.”

“Stop listing all the things we did wrong and put on some clothes!” hissed Scott.

They both scrambled to pull on their clothes. Scott finished first. Taking his shoes with him, Scott opened his door to find his very disgruntled-looking mom standing there with her arms crossed.

“Hi, mom!” said Scott enthusiastically. “What are you doing home?”

“Everyone spontaneously healed so the hospital closed up early,” she replied sarcastically.

“Oh, cool,” said Scott, unsure how to respond to his mom under the circumstances.

She continued glaring at him.

“I’ll go move my bike right now,” rushed Scott. “Then I’ll put your car in the garage, we’ll clean the kitchen…”

“Good, and while you’re doing that, I’ll talk to Isaac about what he’s doing in your room.”

Scott was hopping on one foot, trying to put on his shoe when his mother pushed him out the door and slammed it.

Melissa and Isaac stared at each other in shock as they listened to the sound of Scott tumbling down the stairs.

“I just pushed my son down the stairs,” said Melissa, raising her hand to her mouth in horror. “Isaac, I just pushed my son down the stairs.”

“I know. It was impressive.”

Melissa hurriedly opened the door to find a very disgruntled-looking Scott standing there, holding a piece of the banister, broken for the second time.

“Oh my god, Scott, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him.

Scott hugged her back, dropping the piece of banister to the floor.

“I’m a horrible mother,” she said, close to tears.

“You’re not a horrible mother,” Scott reassured her. “You’re like the best mom ever. You just spend a little too much time around werewolves.”

They pulled back from the hug, Melissa wiping the tears from her eyes.

“We’ll go move the vehicles around and clean things up. Why don’t you relax,” said Scott.

“No, while you do that, I’ll cook breakfast, whatever you want,” she insisted, obviously feeling guilty.

“Anything?” asked Scott, looking at Isaac with a smile. “How about French toast with strawberries?”

Isaac cleared his throat.

“Oh, and whipped cream,” added Scott.

“We don’t have any strawberries,” said Melissa. “I’d have to run to the store.”

Scott looked at her with an exaggerated pout. “You pushed me down the stairs.”

Melissa’s mouth dropped open in horror again, tears immediately forming in her eyes.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” said Scott, soothingly, hands to her shoulders. “But I would be even better if there were strawberries.”

“Fine, I’ll run to the store to get strawberries.”

“And whipped cream, don’t forget.”

“I just bought whipped cream last week. Where did that go?”

Scott’s mouth fell open, obviously searching for an explanation to give. Isaac suddenly found the rug rather fascinating.

Melissa blinked several times at the implication. “I’m just going to assume you two have been eating a lot of ice cream.”

“Ice cream. Yes. Exactly,” agreed Scott. “We’ve been eating lots of ice cream.”

The ‘lots’ had them all cringing.

“We’re still going to have a conversation about Isaac sleeping in your room,” said Melissa.

Scott’s shoulders dropped. “Aw, come on, mom. You were young once, right?” he asked beseechingly.

She looked between the two and sighed.

“You were young once, right?” chided Scott.

Her mouth fell open. “You are pushing it.”

“I’m just kidding! I’m just kidding!” said Scott, pulling her into another hug.

She pulled away and moved to the door. “Is there anything else you’d like from the store?”

“I’m good,” said Scott.


“Orange juice,” said Isaac. “We’re out of orange juice.”

She smiled at him fondly. “Okay, I’ll be back in a little bit.”

She left the room and they immediately turned to one another smiling softly. Scott gently grabbed Isaac’s face and stood up a little on his toes to give him a kiss, Isaac’s hands automatically finding his waist. They rested their foreheads against each other in contentment.

“I love your mom,” said Isaac.

“She loves you, too,” said Scott. “She and I have a lot in common.”

“What about the fact that she doesn’t want me sleeping in your room.”

“Yeah, we don’t really agree on that front,” admitted Scott. “We’ll just have to be sneakier. We are supernatural creatures after all. We should be able to pull it off.”

Scott leaned back in to suck at his bottom lip.

“Mmm,” groaned Isaac, pulling Scott closer. “How much time do we have until she gets back?”

“There’s always enough time,” Scott breathed into the kiss.

“I’m still here!” hollered Melissa.

Their eyes flew open in astonishment.

“How is she able to hear us?” asked Scott in amazement, reluctantly pulling away and heading for the door.

“Was she bitten recently?” said Isaac, following behind him.



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