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The guitar felt right in his hand. Like it had always been a part of him since birth. He just hadn’t known it until the day he picked his first one up. Stiles Stilinski remembered that day vividly. As vividly as he remembered the day that his best friend Scott suggested they start a band. Which they had. The band was called the Howling Wolves a wink and nod to Scott being a werewolf that no one but the band knew about.
Lydia Martin, the band’s manager, walked briskly over to where he and Scott were having a quick jam session. She seemed rather peeved about something. Knowing Lydia as he did could be anything.
“You guys,” she said, addressing him and Scott, “some magazine reporter is here asking for an interview.”
“Really?” asked Scott, the smirking forming on his face already.
It was a rather childish tradition they had. Whenever a reporter, news, magazine, or otherwise, asked for an interview one of the boys would flirt endlessly. Until either one of two things happened: 1. The interviewer got annoyed enough to walk away, or 2. The interview returned the flirtation. The second option rarely happened. But it was worth a try. What harm did a little flirting do?
“Don’t pull any of your shenanigans,” she said, staring pointedly between the two best friends. She knew the two well enough to know that they were the ringleaders of the little endeavor and she certainly didn’t appreciate it. “We don’t need another incident like with Beacon Hills Weekly reporter.”
Color raised in Scott’s cheeks. He’d taken that particular reporter. A really rather attractive young thing named Kira.
“If she didn’t want things to go as far as they did she could have said so,” Scott said, shuffling his feet.
“Yeah,” Stiles piped up in defense of his friend.
He went to the area which led onto the stage and peered out into where the audience would soon be sitting. Sitting in the front row, a pencil tucked behind his ear, was the most nervous reporter he had ever seen in his life. Their reputation must have proceeded them to this interview. The guy was jumpy and jittery as though Stiles and Scott would jump out of nowhere and do something to him.
The man’s dark-colored hair shone in the light falling on the stage. Looking like feathers on a raven. His blue eyes were darting this way and that. He was a rather well-dressed sort so he must have come from one of the big magazines. Like People or something like that.
“Is that him?” Stiles asked Lydia, pointing in the direction of the nervous man.
“Yes,” she said, getting a sense of what was coming next. “Guys, don’t—”
Before she could the sentence out Stiles and Scoot started playing rock, paper, scissors to see who had the honor of terrorizing this interviewer.
“We can’t both go rock the entire time,” Scott said, raising an eyebrow at his best friend.
“It’s funny you should say that,” Stiles joked, pointing towards the roadies setting up the stage for the concert. “Seeing as we’re in a rock and roll band and all that.”
Scott snorted in laughter. “Okay,” he said, after calming himself down. “This time for real.”
“Rock, Paper. Scissors, Shoot!” They both shouted and their hands flew into the air.
Scott had picked rock yet again. But Stiles knowing what his friend was going to do picked paper. He crowed triumphantly.
“I win!” he said, smirking. “My paper covers your rock.”
“Okay! Okay! You win this time.” Scott rolled his eyes. “But I swear the next one is mine.”
“I swear on my father’s badge,” Stiles said, grinning. “Shall we go and see what fun can be had at our intrepid reporter’s expense?”
“We shall,” Scott said, linking his arm through Stiles.
The two made their way toward the stage. Lydia was stalking after them scowling at the back of their heads.
“Don't do anything stupid,” she called towards them, causing the nervous man to jump and the pencil to fall out from behind his ear.
Stiles sauntered over to where the man was sitting and bent down to pick up the pencil. Standing up he held it out to the man.
“I believe this is yours,” he said, a charming smirk falling onto his face.
“Th—thank you,” the man said, reaching out and taking the pencil from Stiles’ hand.
If the man had felt the slight spark between them when their fingers met he certainly knew how to hide it well enough. The only thing present on the guy’s face was nervousness and was that fear.
“Gentlemen,” he said, clearing his throat and turning his pad of paper to a fresh page, “shall we begin the interview?”
“Sure,” Stiles said, sliding into the seat next to the man. Close enough that he could feel the connection he’d felt when their hands touched a minute ago.
“I’m Isaac Lahey from the Beacon Hills Weekly,” he said, trying to give a friendly smile but only making himself look more nervous. “We’ve been trying to get an interview with you and your band for months now and—” he made a nervous startled noise noticing how close Stiles was to him.
“Your fellow reporter didn’t have what it takes to get the story,” Stiles said, pulling a smirk that he had only seen from the Nogitsune wearing his face. “Tell me something, Isaac.” The sound of the man’s name rolling off his tongue felt right. In some way. “Do you have what it takes to get the interview? Or are you like the rest of them?”
Isaac bit his lip chewing contemplatively. He could go back to the office without the report. As the man in front of him, Stiles Stilinski had pointed out that many of his fellow reporters had done the same. Or he could put up with whatever these two had to throw at him and get the scoop.
Taking a deep breath Isaac seemed to steel himself for whatever they threw at him. “Alright,” he said, looking between the two of them. “I think I can take whatever you two have to give me.”
Scott looked over at Stiles a smirk flittering across his face. One that must have mirrored Stiles’ own. He settled into the chair on the other side of Isaac earning a glare from Stiles.
“Why don’t you get yourself set up for the interview and my and I will have a quick discussion about what it will take for you to get the interview,” Scott said, pulling Stiles away from Isaac.
When Stiles was sure enough that they were out of hearing range he turned towards Scott. “What the hell, man?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “I thought you said that this one was mine?”
“I just thought of something we’ve never tried before,” Scott said, motioning Stiles towards him. In a whisper, he went on with what he was going to say. “Instead of just one of us flirting with him, we both do.”
“Both us?” Stiles said, mulling it over in his head. “That could make for an interesting bit of fun, couldn’t it?”
Scott nodded.
“He looks nervous,” Stiles pointed out, looking over Scott’s shoulder and giving Isaac a flirty wave.
“He does, doesn’t he,” Scott said, wrapping an arm around Stiles’ waist and pulling him back towards Isaac.
“You can ask us questions,” Scott said as he and Stiles sat in the seats they’d been sitting in previously. “In return, we get to ask you questions.”
“And you have to answer honestly,” Stiles piped up, looking over Isaac’s shoulder at Scott for approval of the addition.
Scott nodded. “Yeah. You have to answer honestly. We’ll know if you are lying.”
Anyone would know if this man was lying. The thing was his nervousness only made him more attractive. “Do you agree to everything we’ve said?” Stiles asked, mind already formulating questions.
“If that is what it takes to get the interview,” Isaac said, gulping as he gripped his pencil tight enough to almost break the thing. “Then I guess so.”
“Then go ahead and ask your first question,” Stiles said, moving forward in his seat and waiting with bated breath for the question.
“When did you get the idea to start a band?” Isaac asked, jotting down his question as he waited for the answer.
“We’d always wanted to start a band,” Stiles said, looking over at Scott who was nodding. “It just never seemed the right time to do so.”
“Until recently that is,” Scott piped up. “Now it’s our turn.”
“Why is it you took this assignment?” Scott asked, seeing Isaac’s look of shock at the question. “You must have heard what my bandmate and I have been doing to your fellow reporters at The Weekly.”
Isaac became more jittery if that was even possible. “Maybe I wanted to see what you guys would do for myself?” he said, realizing he had answered the question without actually giving a concrete answer. “How long have the two of you been friends?”
“Since kindergarten,” Stiles said, raising an eyebrow. It had crossed his mind that Isaac had sidestepped Scott’s question. Going to get personal, huh? Two can play at that. “Are you dating anyone at the moment?”
A pink blush started to spread across Isaac’s face. The question had garnered the reaction that Stiles had expected.
“Yes,” Isaac replied trying not to notice how close the two men were to him. “I’m involved with a lovely young woman named Allison.”
“Allison,” Scott said, relishing the sound of the name.
“Yes. Allison.” Isaac gave Scott a strange look. “I guess I could turn the question you just asked back on the two of you.”
“We’re both single at the moment,” Scott replied, moving closer to Isaac.
“That’s funny because for a moment there I thought the two of you were—”
“A couple?” Scott asked, looking over at Stiles.
Stiles had never thought of himself and Scott in those regards before. “The two of us?” he asked, mulling it over in his mind.
“Yeah,” said Isaac. “The way the two of you act around each other seems very intimate.”
Isaac went to ask another question but Stiles stopped him short. “It’s our turn to ask a question,” he said.
“Yeah,” Scoot piped up.
“Okay. Fair enough.”
“Have you ever kissed another guy before?”
Isaac shook his head quickly. Way too quickly for the answer to be true. If it was true he’d have thought about a way to let them down slowly. Not just shake his head. But there would be time to get to the bottom of that when it was their turn to ask the question.
“How do your parents feel about your career path?” Isaac asked, looking between the two men who now had him sandwiched between them.
“My mom supports the band and comes to all of our shows,” Scott told Isaac. “My dad wishes I had gone with another career but he’s supportive enough.”
“My dad wasn’t happy about my career at first,” Stiles said, looking at his hand. It had never been very easy talking about his father’s initial reaction to Scott and Stiles starting their band. “But he eventually came around and was supportive of the band. Our parents just want us to be happy, you know?”
Isaac nodded.
“Are you sure you’ve never kissed a guy before?” Stiles asked, watching Isaac’s face grow even pinker.
“I think I’d know what my lips have or haven’t done before,” Isaac answered defensively.
Stiles smirked at Scott over Isaac’s shoulder. This was almost like taking candy from a baby. If candy happened to be an attractive man that is.
“Back to the band and the reason we’re here,” Isaac said, moving forward with the interview. “What is the inspiration behind your songs? Most of them seem like love ballads.”
“Well,” Stiles said, chewing on his bottom lip as Lydia used to do when she used to flirt with guys before she’d settled down and married, “I guess you could say that our songs were inspired by our lives.”
“You mean her,” Scott said, shaking his head.
“Malia,” they said. The voice they used sounded almost reverent in tone. They’d both dated Malia Tate-Hale at one point. They’d also both been dumped by her at another.
“Would you ever consider having a threesome?” Stiles asked, looking at Scott once more.
“I’m sure Allison would mind having a threesome with Malia and I,” Isaac said, smirking as he saw the trap that they were laying for him.
Before Isaac could ask the question he had next Stiles interrupted him. “You’re telling me that you’ve never actually thought of or actually kissed another guy,” he laughed, seeing the look on the interviewer’s face. “Never even once thought about what it’d be like to feel another man’s lips pressed against yours.”
“We’re getting off-topic,” Isaac said, trying to steer the interview back to music and the band. What he’d been sent here to report on. His love life had nothing to do with anything. It was only a sick twisted way for these two to get their jollies.
Isaac was about to ask another question when Stiles pinned him to the chair he’d been sitting in. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to Isaac’s own. They were soft. A fact that surprised Stiles greatly. He never expected a man to have such soft lips. When he pulled back he could see the shocked looks on Lydia and Isaac’s faces. Scott wasn’t at all surprised. He knew his friend as well, as Stiles knew him.
“You were saying,” Stiles said, resuming his seat as though nothing had just happened.
“Uh—um—Why did you do that?” Isaac asked, looking over as though expecting Scott to follow Stiles’ example.
“Why not?” Scott asked, placing a hand on Isaac’s leg.
“Now it’s our turn to ask a question,” Stiles said, he looked over at Scott and then back at Isaac. “Would you ever consider having a threesome with me and Scott?”
“Or you know going on a date?” Scott interjected. “I expect to be wined and dined before I put out.”
Stiles laughed and nodded. “Same,” he said, looking at Isaac whose nervous attitude had returned.
He stuttered for a bit. Taking a deep breath he looked at the two men who were staring at him. Both were his type. If he went for men that was. Then again if he was thinking about these two being his type didn’t mean he did go for men.
“I suppose that it wouldn’t hurt to explore the possibility,” Isaac said, feeling his face grow hotter as the pink grew even darker across his cheeks. “After all, everyone explores their sexuality at some point in their life, right?”
Stiles and Scott both nodded.
“When exactly did you know you wanted to explore the particular option that you suggested a minute ago?” Isaac asked, watching them to see if they felt ashamed of their own thoughts and feelings. He certainly felt ashamed of feeling that way. Did they?
“Let’s see,” Stiles said, looking at his watch. “What time did you walk in and sit here?”
“Six thirty,” Isaac said, noticing that they didn’t look ashamed of their actions. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“You asked when we knew we wanted to explore the option of the three of us being a thing happened. That’s the answer.”
“So in other words,” Scott said, “at first sight.”
“Our turn,” Stiles said, smirking and moving next to Scott. He put his arms around Scott’s shoulder and the two looked at Isaac expectantly. “So, would you happen to be open to exploring those options this Friday at The Oblivion?”
Isaac gulped nervously. But the feeling in his gut told him to see what would happen. “I suppose I would be open to that,” he said, knowing he would have a lot of explaining to do if Allison found out about any of this. “I suppose I’ll see you both on Friday then.” He flipped his notepad closed and walked as quickly as he could out of the building.
Lydia chose that moment to walk back into the room. She looked around and then folded her arms over her chest giving both Scott and Stiles a disapproving look. “You didn’t just run off another one, did you?”
“No,” Scott said, shaking his head. “We didn’t.”
“But Friday night sure is going to be interesting,” Stiles replied, high-fiving Scott as the vivid imagination of his got work planning the evening in question. It was sure going to be one hell of a night.