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→ you know I'd rather work alone than play a supporting role

When: August 14th.
Rating: R.
Characters: Everyone! Tell your friends!
Summary: There are no Star Wars people in the City so let's have ourselves a bit of education.

What started off as a brosession quickly turned into a free for all movie night. Not that Stiles minds considering, but it means he has to plan and execute everything a lot more smoothly. So when Saya offers up the equipment they need he jumps at the chance.

Isaac helps cart everything about - werewolf strength, Stiles is envious -, and together they track down a space in Xanadu and fill it. It's not a hot night but it's warm and balmy and nobody's going to end up with pneumonia. Squashy beanbags get borrowed off a particularly hipster coffee shop and placed liberally about the place. They take what they can, couches that fit out of doors and large obnoxious cushions so everyone has a place to settle. There's a fuckton of candy too. Stiles pretty much wipes out a weeks allowance alone getting it and the soda. But if he's doing something he's doing it properly and he texts everyone the time and the place and all but collapses into a beanbag.

When people arrive he'll move. Honest.

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Scott smiles, enjoying himself. He finds he does need to pay attention to the story, though. And what they're saying. It's not that easy to follow since everything is being set up.

The second time his knee comes into contact with Isaac's, he leaves it there. Maybe it will stop the pulsing. He looks down at the popcorn bag in his hand. How'd it get in his lap? He offers it to Isaac, then Allison before setting it down. If anyone wants any, they can grab it at the foot of the sofa.

His hand comes to his left knee.

When Allison's eye catches his he smiles but can't help but feel like he was caught watching Scott. Isaac's leg comes to a slowing halt, changing to just rest against Scott's. He doesn't try to pull away because that was weird plus it was nice. He soon finds himself paying more attention to the movie than the two of them, calming down.

The movie is good. She's forgotten a lot of parts, but she quickly finds herself caught up in it without any trouble at all, and slowly, her head begins to tilt sideways, toward the couch cushion.

It's fine. They're still friends, after all, and they've agreed to stay friends. Sometimes friends use each other's shoulders as a pillow, don't they?

Naturally, Scott's head rests against Allison's. He scratches his knee, fingers brushing Isaac's knee in the process, before he settles, hand on half of his knee, half of Isaac's. The movie's getting more interesting, but no more easy to understand. He looks down at Allison then back to Isaac. He gives him a reassuring smile. He really, really likes this.

He definitely doesn't momentarily stop breathing when Scott's hand settles on his knee, mostly because he'd been paying a lot of attention to the movie and it was surprising. He watches the other boy and Allison for a minute out of the corner of his eye before focusing entirely on the movie. For all his bitching at Scott he'd forgotten a surprising amount.

If there's a beat where her eyes momentarily shift down to spot Scott's hand half-resting on Isaac's knee, she's not going to comment on it out loud. Between the firmness of Scott's shoulder under her cheek and his own head nestling against hers, she's fairly comfortable. She draws the blanket up over her lap, leaving a little extra to share. The movie's picking up now, with the group getting tugged in by the Death Star.

Scott's glued. His eyes are fixed. He doesn't hate it. (He actually really, really like it.) Without looking down, with his right hand he pulls the blanket across he and Isaac. Not that they get cold, but it's nice, sitting and watching a movie under a blanket.

Hey blankets were nice and snug regardless of how hot or cold it is outside. He sinks down lower in his chair, propping his head up with his hand, elbow on the sofa. He smiles over at the two of them and leans into Scott. "Its great, right?"

It's getting dark outside, okay? And maybe she has two werewolves sitting next to her who run hotter than normal, which means underneath the blanket it's going to be toasty warm in a minute or two, but she doesn't care. Underneath the blanket, she stretches one arm over Scott's middle to curl her fingers against Isaac's forearm, giving it a squeeze.

"I think he's getting into it."

The lower Isaac sinks, the further Scott's hand actually moved onto Isaac's leg away from his own. Scott nods, half reacting to Isaac's question. His head's upright again, if only because he's worried about what's going to happen to everyone but he hasn't and won't shrug off Allison's head.

Scott's right hand comes up to hold Allison's arm there, liking the contact. They're all touching each other and it feels nice. It is warm under there!

"You guys know I'm sitting right here, right?" he whispers, not looking at them.

Its a good thing its getting dark so no-one can see the blush rising to his cheeks both at the contact and that comment, thank you Scott, just remind him all three of them were here and he has no way distinguishing his feelings between the two of them. What was this anyway, twister? He coughs slightly.

"Yeah but you are getting into it, right?"

Just because Isaac's all the way over there doesn't mean he's going to get ignored. Besides, it feels like something settles into place now that she's curled up against Scott's side, her hand resting on Isaac's arm beneath the blanket. Their body heat reverberates back into her and makes a blush rise on her cheeks.

"He is," she answers, before Scott can. "Don't even try to deny it."

"Still here," he says, giving them looks, now. But, they have a point. "And I am." But, they know that, so that's all they get. Something suspenseful happens, something tense onscreen and Scott grasps Isaac's leg a little bit harder, but when danger is averted, he pulls back - on the pressure, he doesn't move his hand.

At some point, Scott realizes he's enjoying the group cuddle session happened. Allison's head is on his shoulder and her arm sits across him against his stomach with his hand on Isaac's knee. He feels close. Her close proximity reminds him of the other afternoon. Everyone's hands seem to be in the vicinity of places hands should go, perhaps not in a public movie night but during another time.

It's what causes this particular reaction. It's not noticeable. Not really. It's only subtle for now but, he's definitely liking what's going on. The only thing is, Isaac will be able to smell it. He gives Isaac a quick glance before looking front again and taking a deep breath. Maybe it'll go away.

Isaac doesn't exactly mind when Scott's hand tightens, it followed through with the sense of the movie at least. Its what happens next that he doesn't exactly know how to deal with, he felt like he was intruding almost because clearly Allison's hand being so close to Scott was the catalyst for this.

He laughs out of nowhere, making the whole situation awkward but everything was bordering on the edge of hysteria. He looks at Scott for a moment before turning back to the movie, trying to forget about the whole thing because if Isaac himself paid too much attention then similar things might happen to him and that would be a lot worse considering Scott's hand's proximity.

It doesn't feel strange or awkward - at least, not where Allison's concerned. And while she remains ignorant of any obvious reaction that may or may not be happening from one of the other two parties, their proximity is only serving to lull her into a sense of relaxation from all the body heat circulating underneath the blanket. She grins when Scott tenses a little at a suspenseful moment, the sense of urgency heightened, but then he settles back again.

When Isaac laughs, seemingly without cause, she turns to look at him, frowning slightly, her head shifting against Scott's shoulder without lifting up completely.

Scott just looks forward. Maybe Isaac wasn't reacting to that. He licks his lips and keeps his eye on the screen, on Leia and everyone. He keeps his breathing steady. Maybe it'll go away. It probably won't because Scott is a tactile person and everyone he loves is touching him but he can hope, right? He moves to shift but doesn't want to because what was a small problem - not problem, situation - is growing. It's only slightly distracting because being a guy meant this happened. But, being a guy sitting next to his ex-girlfriend and one of his best friend's, with his hand on his leg. He lifts that hand, thinking of moving it but maybe that would come off one way, so he sets it back down, nonchalantly. Though, centimeters to the left of where it was. Whoops.

Isaac can't help his own reaction and he's hoping at least its not a fast reaction. All he can tell is Scott's hand was now decidedly closer to places it shouldn't go and that wasn't causing problems by itself. He manages a nervous smile at Scott and Allison, perfecting an expression of 'absolutely everything is fine' while at the same time trying to put both Scott's and his own problem out of his head. Yes, this movie was good. Everything was a-okay.

She settles back in against Scott with a small shake of her head, though there's a fond smile that turns up the corners of her mouth. She's watching the movie, but her eyes are half-lidded, her head practically a dead weight against Scott's shoulder. She's not going to fall asleep, okay? It's just really tempting to maybe doze a little, but she's convinced that will be the moment when Stiles looks over and will catch her drifting off.

Just the same, the hand on Isaac's arm drifts down a little, gravity tugging it to rest closer to his wrist, her arm shifting over Scott's abdomen in the process.

Naturally, Scott's arm goes around Allison. This, he's used to. The situation to his right that he can now smell, he's not. He can't tell what anybody is reacting to and he's suddenly well aware of his hand's proximity. His eyes go wide but he continues to watch the film. His hands not going to move. Not away and not... in. But, it doesn't help his own situation.

Whatever.

These things happen, right? He's a teenager. Wind can make this happy. He decides to relax, and let it ride. Shifting, he puts an arm around Isaac, to end that question. He's definitely not ready to do anything and he doesn't even know what he'd do. So, two guys are sitting next to each other with erections while the both of them make physical contact with the girl they really like.

Maybe he was just overthinking it. He was feeling share-happy with Stiles because he'd shared about Derek. Maybe he'd spoken too soon. Both he and Isaac clearly cared about Allison. That was what this was. They had a connection. Deaton had told him. He'd been able to feel it.

Another breath, and he sunk a little lower, this couch really comfortable.

Isaacs almost thankful when the hand moves from his crotch, part of him can't help but but feel disappointed until the arm settled around his shoulder. If he focused enough he could slowly get rid of his problem but he turns to smile at Scott anyway as if to prove nothing was wrong.

He also notices Allison was slowly drifting off and he smiles again before relaxing back into his seat, Allison's hand has settled and Scott was a nice warmth beside him. Maybe they'd talk about it later, but probably not. He absentmindedly stokes Allison's hand with his thumb, because it was cute that she was falling asleep before drawing his hand away. He didn't want to cross any lines right now.

It's okay. She's seen the movie before, she knows what happens, and besides she's not the one getting quizzed on the plot afterwards. Scott's arm goes around her and she tucks herself in even closer along his side, one of her knees resting on top of his thigh as she burrows in. When Isaac's thumb skims across the back of her hand she smiles, almost humming as she breathes out in a sigh, a contented sound. His hand starts to slip away and she reaches forward to maintain the contact, idly twining their fingers together.

It's easy for her eyes to slip shut after that, even as she listens to the dialogue and feels the slow rise and fall of Scott's chest as he breathes.

An arm around Isaac now, Scott finds himself rubbing his shoulder, lightly, just back and forth. Things are innocent. Erections happy. No big deals here. He smiles down at Allison before looking back up. It also doesn't help that they have full two more coming up next.

Scott's other hand rubs Allison's back, tracing circles along it. He looks to Isaac, smiling back. Nothing's wrong! Or, sexy.

Okay so he's holding Allison's hand and Scott's arm was doing some weird half massage on his shoulder. It would be impossibly not to feel perfectly content and happy for once, surrounded by people that by now he was sure he liked. He sighs happily, getting back to paying attention to the movie and no attention to his or Scott's erection.

She's half-dozing, but not completely asleep, though it's hard not to be soothed when Scott's hand is skimming over her back, drawing invisible patterns and shapes through her shirt. She makes another soft sound that manages to slip out via an exhaled breath and keeps her hand linked with Isaac's, her arm thrown across Scott's middle.

Having a hold on both of them, it's nice.

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