Isaac glanced around the hotel room. He and Scott had lucked out, Greenberg was on suspension for fighting and Jared was out with the stomach flu, leaving the room to just the two of them. Isaac knew Scott would probably rather room with Stiles, but Finstock had outlawed that particular room pairing back in freshman year.

"Dude, this is awesome!" Scott exclaimed, dropping his bag on the bed nearest the door.

"Yeah, we got lucky," Isaac agreed. He was honestly thankful to be here at all. Stiles had pulled a miracle and helped him pass chemistry, against all odds. Sharing a room, alone, with Scott was just icing on the cake.

"So, uh, I brought my laptop," he told Isaac, pulling out the thin MacBook. "I thought we might could watch some more Queer as Folk. If you want," he added.

Isaac smiled.

"Sure. Did you want to go down and swim?" He asked. Most of the band had attacked the large indoor pool as soon as they'd gotten here, but Isaac wasn't really in the swimming mood. Ok, so what he really wasn't in the mood for was having to lie about, or hide, the bruise on his back. He had let the lasagne get too done last night, a mistake he knew not to make. He was lucky he'd only ended up with one bruise.

Scott shrugged.

"The pool's crowded," he hedged. "We could just hang out in here," Scott offered. "Unless you wanted to swim," he added quickly with a side glance at Isaac.

Isaac gave him a smile.

"Nah, hanging out here is fine," he assured the trumpet player. Scott's smile was totally worth it.

"Cool! I borrowed the first two discs from Stiles, so we can pick up where we left off," he told Isaac, moving over to the desk to set up the laptop.

Isaac watched him queue up the episode. The desk was situated directly in front of the bed Isaac had claimed. He was pretty sure Scott wouldn't be able to see from his own bed, so he scooted over to one side. When Scott had the opening credits playing and had turned around, Isaac patted the bed beside him.

"You can probably see better from here," he said by way of explanation.

"Thanks, man," Scott replied, taking the seat. He stretched his shorter legs out, letting them press gently against Isaac's. Isaac swallowed silently. He could feel a blush rising in his cheeks, so he turned his attention to the show, hoping not to draw attention to himself.

Half an hour into the episode, and Isaac was wondering why he had thought this was a good idea. He was hard in his shorts, and the hot press of Scott's leg against his own was turning into a form of torture. He carefully glanced over at the teen, and was shocked to find Scott was as flushed as he was and... and he was rubbing himself... his very hard self, through his own shorts. The other teen glanced over without warning, as if he could sense Isaac's eyes on him. When their eyes met, Scott froze, blushing deep red.

"I, uh... sorry. Stiles and I have this... thing. A sorta code, for when we watch shit like this," he stumbled over his explanation, pulling his hand away from his dick. "Do what you have to do," he told him. "No questions, no teasing. It works," he shrugged. "Kinda forgot, sorry," Scott finished lamely.

"So... you guys jerk off together?" Isaac asked, trying to figure out if he'd gotten that right.

Scott nodded.

Isaac thought for a minute. The temptation for a glance a Scott's cock was too much.

"You can, you know," he blurted out. "I mean, if you want to, it won't freak me out," he promised. Scott gave him a calculating look.

"Ok, but... dude, you're hard, too, and I don't want to be the only one," Scott told him. Isaac could feel the tips of his ears turn red.

"You want me to jerk off, too?" he asked. It was Scott's turn to blush.

"Only if you want to, we don't have to," he told him in a rush. Isaac considered it. Really, it was worth it to get a glimpse of Scott as he came.

"Okay," Isaac agreed. Scott gave him a surprised look.

"Okay," the other teen agreed.

Scott licked his lips before looking back at the computer. He quickly unzipped his shorts and pulled his erection out. Isaac couldn't help but stare. Scott was a little longer than him, but not as wide and he wasn't circumcised. Isaac licked his own lips as he watched Scott run his hand up the flesh, pulling the foreskin up and over the exposed, glistening tip.

He rushed to undo his own pants, pulling his dick out and giving it a sympathetic stroke. He knew he should probably be watching the two characters on the screen, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from Scott's hand as it stroked the hard flesh.

Scott's breathing was ragged and uneven and the sound of it combined with the slick slide of skin on skin was pushing Isaac closer to the edge. He was so intent on watching and listening, that he didn't notice when Scott had stopped watching the computer. It wasn't until the other teen asked him a question that he was pulled back to reality.

"Have you every had a hand job?" Scott asked breathlessly.

"Huh?" Isaac asked, feeling a little slow.

"Has anyone ever jerked you off?" he asked, rewording his question.

Isaac shook his head wordlessly, shock keeping him from being too embarrassed about admiting to being a virgin.

"Can I?" Scott asked. Isaac just blinked, trying to comprehend what had just been asked. "It's really a lot better, someone else's hand," added.

Isaac nodded, too surprised to really think about what was being offered. Scott immediately reached over and took his dick in hand. He gave a test stroke before pulling his hand away. He licked a stripe up his palm then grasped the erection again. Isaac let out an involuntary shudder.

"Okay?" Scott asked, searching his eyes before continuing.

"Yeah," Isaac whispered, trying hard not to thrust up into the fist around his cock.

Scott set a quick pace, and he was right, it was totally different, amazing, to have another hand, warm and tight, bringing you off. Scott shifted closer.

"You look fucking hot like this," he whispered. Isaac gasped and bucked up. He was so close and it had been an embarrassingly short time. Scott tightened his hand and gave a little twist on the upstroke and Isaac was done. He came with a quiet whimper, pulse after pulse of come covering his stomach and Scott's hand.

"Fuck," Scott muttered, quickly pulling his hand back to his dick. He used Isaac's jizz to jerk himself off, coming after only a handful of strokes. The teen leaned back against the headboard, panting as he came down.

Isaac realized he was staring at his friend, his own dick limp and hanging out and his stomach covered in sticky, cooling come.

Scott's head rolled to the side and he gave him a crooked smile.

"You okay?" he asked.

Isaac nodded.

"I, uh, think I need a shower, though," he admitted quietly.

"Okay. Go for it," Scott told him, grabbing a handful of tissues to start his own clean up.

Isaac quickly pulled his pants back together, tucking his dick back in before retreating to the bathroom. Once he was alone, he sat down on the closed toilet.

What. The. Hell. What had just happened? Okay, so he knew what had happened, but... what did it mean? Was that just... Scott said he and Stiles did it, so... was it just something between friends?

Isaac was confused. He thought his first time would be... different. But, he'd had plenty of chances to say no. And, it wasn't horrible. It just... it wasn't candles and roses. He couldn't decide how he felt, so, he decided to shower and worry about it after.