STISAAC 2 or 7
7. next-door neighbors AU
The first time Stiles discovered it, he had ripped his curtains down trying to shut them quickly. His dad had found him swallowed up in a pile of fabric, trying desperate to extricate himself and get them back up as soon as possible. Thankfully, Stiles' dad hadn't noticed the view across the way before leaving Stiles to untangle himself.
Three days later, it happened again. Stiles hadn't been watching for it, really. He'd been sitting at his desk doing homework, window open to let in the cool night air when a sudden flash of light had caught his attention. There he was again, his next door neighbor, naked as the day he was born in front of his window, staring out into the night as he toweled off his hair. As soon as his neighbor was gone, Stiles had shut his window and closed the curtains. And locked his door, for personal reasons.
Two days later, Stiles was waiting. He knew it was coming because it had been happening every night somewhere between five and six. His new neighbor would come into his room, pull the towel from around his waist to fully reveal a body that Stiles could tell was nice but hadn't been able to truly appreciate from the distance and the fact that the glances he'd had so far had been fleeting to say the least. So , he was waiting with his lights off and his blinds pulled shut all but a sliver, his body pulled back from the window enough not to be seen but close enough to see. At ten to six, he wasn't disappointed. Not at all.
The following Monday was the first day of the school year and Stiles hadn't looked since Friday. He couldn't believe he had in the first place, with what a gross invasion of privacy it was. Just because he was a stupid, perpetually horny teenage boy did not give him permission to look the way he had been. Or to do anything that had followed said looking. All he needed was to get caught and wind up in the papers: Stiles Stilinski, The Sheriff's Perverted Peeping Tom Son.
Stiles was at his locker dropping off his newly acquired books when a body slid into view beside him, leaning against the wall of metal with a familiar grace. The sight Stiles took in as he looked up practically knocked him off his feet. It was him, his neighbor, the guy he'd seen way more of than he should have, and he was smiling.
"Hi," the guy said. "I'm Isaac." A hand was being extended in Stiles' direction and it was all he could do to shake it politely.
"Stiles," he responded, swallowing hard, as if the guy--Isaac--would be able to smell the guilt on him. Oh god, what if he could. Stiles was sure he positively reeked of it.
"I know. Hope I'll be... seeing more of you soon," Isaac said, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a little grin that dropped Stiles' jaw and threw his heart into a stuttering tizzy.
At 5:30 that night, Stiles got out of the shower and secured a towel around his waist, biting down a grin as he crossed the hall and locked his door.
