tampered | → 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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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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