Stop
Title: Stop, Chapter 1
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Sky High
Characters/Pairing: Warren/Will
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8,083
Spoilers: All of the film
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: Sky High is owned by Disney. I make no money.
Notes: This was the first story where I attempted to do an actual romantic relationship. With boys. I’m sorta working without a net, so lemme know if anything can make this better!
Summary: Warren has a very serious question to ask Will.
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Warren leaned in, putting his hands on the wall on either side of Will, his mouth right by Will’s ear.
“What are you doing?” Will asked, laughing a little.
“I like you,” Warren said simply. Will froze, suddenly aware of Warren’s intense body heat as he never had been before.
Like me? Like… like me? Will thought, his eyes going wide. What was going on?
“I like you a lot,” he repeated, and Will struggled to remember to breathe. He hadn’t been expecting this when Warren had said he wanted to talk to him in the locker room after school, and right now he was so surprised he couldn’t even move.
“Tell me to stop,” Warren whispered, his breath feeling hot as fire against Will’s skin.
Tell him to stop what? Will thought, as Warren moved around to look him in the face, his dark eyes smoldering. Will didn’t move as Warren moved in closer and closer, the heat glowing from his skin. Then Warren kissed him. Will remained frozen in shock as Warren’s lips brushed his own, then pressed in more firmly, the heat and strength in them giving him the best kiss he had ever had in his short experience. And when Warren’s tongue actually began to trace his lips, Will gasped in surprise, and Warren moved in.
Will could barely remember to breathe as Warren traced the inside of his mouth and caressed his lips with his own. It felt fantastic, wonderful, and Will began to relax as heat and pleasure radiated out from his mouth and down his body, centering low. It didn’t matter right now that Warren was a guy, all that mattered was how he felt right now.
Maybe this was a bad idea, somehow, but Will didn’t care. Maybe he was shallow; he had, after all, nearly thrown away a lifelong friendship because some senior with pretty brown eyes had smiled at him. But with Warren’s fiery hot lips pressed over his mouth and that sweet tongue curled around his own, Will didn’t have much room for thought.
“If you don’t want this, tell me to stop,” Warren whispered, breaking off the kiss. Stop, is he insane? Do it some more! Will thought frantically, and kept his eyes closed, opening his mouth slightly in invitation.
He didn’t know what to say. He was afraid to say anything because then he’d actually have to acknowledge that he was getting very turned on by Warren kissing him. Will didn’t want to think, he just wanted to feel. Layla crossed his mind once, but Will quickly put her aside. He had only kissed her a few times, but they had never made him feel like this, like his blood was on fire.
Warren took the invitation with a will, diving in a little more forcefully this time, the heat increasing in his mouth, as Warren’s tongue did fascinating things with his own. Will felt blood rushing to his groin in a sweet flood, and moaned slightly as Warren’s kiss got harder, sweeter, hotter. There was a faint growling sound from Warren, and Will’s breath caught as suddenly Warren began to suck on his tongue. With a faint scream muffled in Warren’s mouth, Will felt himself cum hard, jerking his body involuntarily and breaking the kiss.
Warren pulled back, breathing heavily, and looked down at Will’s pants. He smirked slightly and pulled back from the wall, freeing Will. Will just leaned down, bracing himself on his knees as he tried to get some kind of equilibrium back.
“Same time tomorrow, unless you tell me to stop,” Warren said, and then turned his back and walked out the door.
Will closed his eyes and wondered for a long moment what the hell had just happened. It had been a kiss, just a kiss, and he had totally lost control. It had felt better than anything he had ever done before with Layla, and he had gone farther with Layla than a kiss. Not a lot farther, but still…
Will finally left the locker room several minutes later, very relieved that he could fly and wouldn’t have to call his parents and explain why he had missed the bus. “Oh, Warren Peace was just kissing me in the locker room, and I lost track of time.” Yeah, he didn’t think that would fly.
What would Layla think? Though now that he was thinking about it, maybe the reason kissing with Layla hadn’t been as exciting as Warren kissing him was because neither him nor Layla knew exactly what they were doing. Warren obviously did. But if he could try to kiss Layla the way Warren kissed him… that might make things a little more interesting.
Though right now he really needed to go home and change his pants.
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The next day after gym class Will found himself waiting in the back of the locker room, not bothering to put his jacket on this time, wondering to himself what exactly he was going to say to Warren.
“Hey, thanks for the kissing demonstration, Layla really liked what I learned.”
“Can you do that again… more?”
Yeah, maybe saying nothing would be better. Anything he could say would only sound stupid.
Slowly he heard everyone else leave, and for nearly five minutes sat in silence as the rest of the noise faded from the hallway. He didn’t even know why he was waiting, really. He was Layla’s boyfriend; he shouldn’t be waiting here for his best friend, a guy, to kiss him. Somehow though all of that was completely irrelevant to the way he had felt yesterday.
Will had had a very intense wet dream the night before, involving Warren, and only Warren. Being held by him, kissed by him, stroked by him, taken by him. Will hadn’t even thought about guys that way before, but after cumming from a single intense make-out session, his perceptions had been broadened. Layla had never affected him that way, and it made Will really question how much he really loved her. Or at least if his love could go all the way with her.
Layla had liked Will taking charge last night when he tried out what Warren had shown him, but he hadn’t been comfortable. Well, the kissing itself had been all right, but Will hadn’t been feeling half as turned on kissing Layla as he had been when Warren was kissing him. Will knew he wasn’t nearly as aggressive as his dad when it came to, well, anything.
He was only the leader of the team because he was the most powerful, but he didn’t have to like it. He didn’t like being in charge that much, though he did what he had to for the good of the team. But he didn’t want to have to be in charge of their make-out sessions as well. He’d wanted Layla to show him what to do, because honestly, he really didn’t know what he was doing half the time, and it turned what should have been fun into a nerve-wracking experience. But she seemed to like being taken care of, at least by him, though she was quite capable on her own.
Will was so wrapped up in thinking about what he was going to say that he was startled when he found Warren looming beside his bench. He jumped up in surprise, and Warren chuckled a little, taking a few steps forward. Will kept stepping back until his back was against the wall again, and Warren leaned in, placing his hands on the wall like yesterday. Will felt himself smiling, already feeling oddly comfortable with the strange situation, with Warren looming over him, the heat from his body radiating into Will like sunshine.
He looked up at Warren’s dark eyes as Warren leaned in farther.
“Tell me to stop, if you don’t want this,” he whispered in a husky voice. Will only closed his eyes and parted his lips slightly. He had been thinking about this all day and most of last night. Bad ideas be damned, Will wanted to feel Warren’s mouth on his again.
“Nice,” Warren murmured and kissed him. If Will had been expecting all of his half-formed daydreams to pop like soap bubbles, he was going to be sorely disappointed. The kiss was even hotter that yesterday, as if Warren had powered up, and Will made a few involuntary appreciative moans in his throat as Warren’s tongue invaded his mouth. The kisses only got deeper, stronger, and hotter with each sound, and soon Will was kissing Warren back, to a vague but pleased murmur of surprise.
Then Warren moved one hand away from the wall to place on the back of Will’s head, gently turning it just so, making the kiss even better for both of them. Will was excruciatingly aware of every part of Warren’s hot hand, wanting to press back into his touch, but not daring to take his lips from Warren’s mouth. He didn’t know how long they were locked together, connected only by mouths and a single hand, but eventually Warren broke the kiss and leaned back. Will tried to lean forward to continue, not wanting the sweet, fiery contact to end, but Warren shook his head, and Will froze.
“You’re so sweet,” he whispered. “I really do like you, a lot. More than I thought I did. More than I should.”
Will could only stare at him in confusion.
“This was Layla’s idea. She wanted me to give you some advice, make you more confident. This isn’t exactly what she had in mind though,” he said, and Will started to feel a little nauseous. This had all been some kind of plot, like Homecoming freshman year?
“Of course, I wanted you for myself,” Warren continued, and Will blinked in confusion. “So I’m launching a campaign of seduction.” Warren leaned in again giving Will another deep kiss that wiped his confusion away.
“How’s it working?” he asked casually, and glanced downward. Will followed his gaze, and went crimson when he saw the bulge in his pants. He hadn’t been so hard before, ever.
“Looks like it’s going pretty well. I’ll be here tomorrow, same time, unless you tell me to stop, now that you know I only have the motive to get you in bed,” Warren said, and reached out with one hand, tracing down Will’s throat to his breastbone, then over to a nipple, brushing over it with those hot hands. Will couldn’t help it, he suddenly spasmed, the hot touch pushing him over the edge, and came in his pants with a faint cry.
Warren only watched the results of his handiwork with a lazy smile, and walked away.
Will resolved to talk with Layla about this immediately. She had a lot of questions to answer. Forewarned from yesterday, he had brought a change of underwear with him, and quickly changed before he could make another stain that would be hard to explain to his mother. Then he was soon hurtling through the sky, this time heading right for Layla’s backyard.
She was carefully finishing planting a few bulbs in the ground, gently patting the earth in place, and looked up, startled, when he landed next to her. He was fast enough to not be too worried about being seen, but he hadn’t meant to startle her.
“Will!” she said a little nervously, pulling off her gardening gloves. “You weren’t on the bus for the last two days. What’s going on?”
Will was torn, wanting to be angry with Layla, and wanting to thank her at the same time. He was mad, mad because she had tried to get Warren to give him tips on what was supposed to be private, instead of just telling him what she wanted. Or even, God forbid, taking charge herself and showing him. It was the same thing as Homecoming last year, when instead of just telling him how she felt, she instead went on a date with his current arch-enemy to make him jealous.
Why couldn’t things with girls be simple? Yeah, he guessed he should have figured out that Layla liked him, but she had known him since they were two! If she couldn’t have figured out that occasionally he was really dense (something he admitted even to himself) and needed a big red flashing sign to figure things out by now, then things were hopeless.
Layla kept trying to change him with these subtle hints and things, and Will just couldn’t get it. He liked her as a friend, but when it came to the whole complexities of a “relationship,” he kept messing things up spectacularly.
On the other hand, Will had become really good friends with Warren in the year since Homecoming. And when Warren had made his move, it had been anything but subtle. “I like you a lot,” followed by a really hot make-out session. That had been something simple, direct, easy to understand, and blunt enough to make it clear even to him that Warren genuinely liked him.
Will hadn’t considered a relationship with another guy before two days ago, but right now the idea of going out with Warren Peace was infinitely more exciting than going out with Layla. He didn’t want to hurt her but…
“You’ve been talking to Warren,” he said simply, crossing his arms. Layla blushed, and Will knew right then Warren had completely been telling the truth.
“Um… Will, I didn’t mean to… I mean…” she stammered.
“Why couldn’t you have just told me what you wanted?” Will asked, keeping his voice low so the whole neighborhood wouldn’t know he was breaking up with his girlfriend.
“I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she said softly, blushing when she realized how stupid that sounded.
“And telling my best friend that I needed… lessons wasn’t embarrassing?” Will asked, trying to keep a bite out of his tone. He was looking hard over Layla now, trying to seriously ask himself if this was what he really wanted. Did he really, truly, honestly want to give up even a frustrating relationship with a kind, sweet, pretty girl that had been his best friend for twelve years?
Sure, Layla was pretty, and he already knew a lot about her, but… Will had to be honest with himself; it was hard to be Mr. Perfect. And he had a sneaking suspicion that’s what Layla wanted, white picket fences and all that. Will didn’t want to be her Prince Charming. It was exhausting, trying to be a mind reader all the time, trying to be in control. It was tiring both physically and mentally, and Will realized he didn’t want that. He actually had thoroughly enjoyed Warren taking charge. It had been… comforting and exciting at the same time.
“Will, I…” Layla trailed off, not sure what to say.
“Warren did give me ‘lessons,’” Will told her. “Practical ones.” Layla started at him for a second, and then went completely crimson when she realized what Will was getting at.
“And I want…” Will took a deep breath. He didn’t like confrontation, but he’d do it. Because if he let this slide, he had a horrible feeling he wouldn’t have the courage to do it again. “I want to go out with Warren.”
“You… what?” Layla asked in shock.
“I want to go out with Warren,” Will repeated stubbornly. “He told me, straight to my face, that he liked me. And you know what? That’s more than you ever did.”
It was a hurtful thing to say, but Will couldn’t think of any other way to say it. Layla’s face crumpled and tears filled her eyes. Will felt horrible at making her feel so bad, and he leaned in to give her a hug. They might not be boyfriend and girlfriend anymore, but hopefully they could still be friends. If Layla didn’t hate him now.
“I’m so sorry Will,” Layla sobbed into his shoulder. Now Will felt horribly guilty. He should have been the one apologizing.
“I’m sorry too,” he got out.
“I always thought… I mean, we were friends for so long, and that’s just how things were supposed to go!” she cried.
“Well, I guess they don’t always go… that way,” Will said a little confusedly. “Can we still be friends?”
Layla cried into his shirt for a few more minutes and Will just hugged her. He was searching himself too. The soft feel of Layla’s body was nice, he’d happily admit that, but he found Warren incredibly attractive too, now that he was letting himself think that. He wasn’t sure if that made him gay or bi or something else, but he knew that right now Warren was definitely the one that he wanted.
Layla eventually stopped crying, and they must have talked for another couple of hours. She basically told him she had wanted to go out with him because that was the logical and normal thing for a nice girl like her to do, fall in love with the boy next door. So she made herself do that. Nice girls were supposed to let the boys do all the work, and she tried to help Will when he seemed to be faltering. Will told her he was just uncomfortable with taking control, and dealing with a romance made him miss all the fun they used to have as just friends.
Somehow, Will wasn’t sure how, he managed to come out of what should have been a horrible experience for both of them feeling like he had just won an award of some kind. Part of his world that he thought he had lost, his comfortable, normal friendship with Layla, was back. And while that opened up a whole new bunch of problems with what was going to happen with Warren, he was going to enjoy just talking to his best friend for the night.
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The next day, right before school, Will had been trying to find his history book in his locker, when he suddenly felt Warren come up right behind him. The heat was unmistakable, not to mention the scent of leather, or the height that blocked out the light.
“I hear you and Layla broke up because you want to go out with me,” Warren whispered in his ear. Will wanted to melt back into Warren’s body, but stopped himself. It was the middle of the hallway, for Pete’s sake! Will tried to open his mouth to explain, but found himself completely tongue-tied in Warren’s presence. This was ridiculous! How was he supposed to tell Warren he liked him if he couldn’t even say a single word?
“You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want to. Actions speak louder than words,” Warren whispered again, and that hot tongue flicked out and ran along the edge of Will’s ear. Will clamped down on his mouth to keep himself from moaning.
“See you at lunch,” Warren said casually, and walked off. Will considered the state of his pants, the time until the bell rang, and the fact that he still needed to get his history book. Sighing, Will grabbed the book and quickly went to the bathroom, holding his book bag in front of him. There was no way he could concentrate on history with what Warren had left him with, and if he didn’t take care of it, he certainly wouldn’t be able to walk the halls.
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The rest of that week, and the week after was possibly the strangest relationship on record. Every day after gym class Warren would find Will in the locker room and an extremely hot make-out session would ensue. Will found himself completely unable to talk in Warren’s presence, only being able to show how he felt by his own enthusiastic kissing. Warren had taught him more by example in two weeks than Layla had in nearly the whole year of their relationship.
And while Will couldn’t make himself talk, Warren certainly could. He didn’t talk a lot, but he told him at least twice every day how much he liked him. And Will’s response to that seemed to be enough for him. Every time Warren would ask him if he wanted him to stop, Will only kissed him harder.
Warren didn’t act any differently around Will, other than the fact that perhaps he sat a hair closer to him on the bench during lunch. If they were talking about class or sports or TV or anything normal, Will could actually get words out and have a normal conversation. Will hadn’t been sure how to act around Warren at first, but had decided that whatever he had done with Layla probably wouldn’t work.
Layla had always wanted him to hold his hand, or give her hugs or something. Will thought Warren probably wouldn’t stand for that, and so tried to play it casual. Though one time on Wednesday during the second week, Will had accidentally touched Warren’s hand under the table during lunch. He was going to pull back when Warren captured his hand and ran his hot, calloused thumb over Will’s knuckles before letting go. Will had found himself tongue-tied again for the rest of lunch, but what came after that was even stranger. After their usual make-out session that day, Warren had told him to leave his shirt off on Thursday.
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Will was waiting again in the locker room, this time not bothering to put his shirt on, sitting on the bench half-naked, feeling unaccountably vulnerable and undeniably horny. Warren had refused to leave his mind the entire night, and when Will had tried to take the edge off himself, it had only taken the thought of Warren’s dark eyes to make him cum. He hadn’t ever been on such a hair trigger before, but he liked it, as frustrating as it was. It was exciting, this forbidden feeling, and waiting through all of class today for their make-out session had been agony.
When he heard Warren’s heavy boots coming his way, he sprang up, waiting for him. When Warren caught sight of him, the older boy casually leaned against the row of lockers, cross his arms and looking at Will appreciatively for a moment.
“You even do what I tell you. That’s sexy, Stronghold,” he said. Warren shrugged off his leather jacket and pulled off his own shirt, letting Will get a good view of his own muscled torso. Will’s breath caught as he stared long and hard at Warren, getting a good look at Warren’s chiseled muscles. Warren was like a model, really, and Will hadn’t ever seen him without several layers of clothes on. Will didn’t exactly know why Warren was turning him on so much, but he liked it, he liked it a lot.
“Why don’t you ever say anything? Usually I can’t get you to shut up outside of here,” Warren commented, taking a few steps closer. Will remained silent, terrified that if he said anything, this would all somehow fall apart. Things had been great up until now, and Will didn’t want to spoil it by changing anything. Instead he leaned back up against the wall again, letting Warren loom over him, feeling the heat from his body more than ever before.
“Very nice…” Warren murmured, his lips sealing over Will’s. Will’s mouth was already open and waiting, and Warren chuckled at Will’s apparent enthusiasm as he dominated the kiss. Will moaned a little at the delicious feelings that were running through his body, not even embarrassed at how quickly he was getting aroused. He had a feeling Warren both noticed and liked it, and that turned him on even more.
Warren’s hot hands moved away from the wall, one resting on the back of Will’s head to help guide the kiss, the other began to sear a delicate path down the side of his neck, tracing his shoulder and running down his arm. Will panted a bit as his body betrayed him, surging in a sweet eruption against the confines of his jeans. He didn’t even care though, he was so incredibly aroused at this point that it wasn’t going to do more than take off the edge.
Warren’s hand guided Will’s to his own shoulder, and gently settled it on his hot skin, then returned to exploring Will’s body. Hot fingers trailed down Will’s collarbone, brushed up the hollow of his throat, then down his breastbone to his navel. Tracing back up Will’s abs, Warren’ hand got closer and closer to Will’s nipples, and Will whimpered slightly as that torturous hot touch circled without touching where he wanted most.
“Tell me to stop,” Warren whispered in Will’s ear, trailing kisses down to his neck. Will shook his head in silent denial. “Then move your hands Stronghold, show me what you want.” Warren kissed and sucked hard at Will’s neck for a moment, and Will moaned, as the sensation seemed to carry straight to his groin. Warren moved his lips back to Will’s mouth, and Will could suddenly think again.
Will’s hands involuntarily shot up to Warren’s shoulders and began to trace downwards, shivering slightly in anticipation and appreciation for that hot, hot skin. It felt so good, so smooth… Will drifted his hands down, past the collarbone, over Warren’s hard muscles, to his nipples, brushing over them slightly. He felt Warren’s body jerk when he did that, and the kiss suddenly got more aggressive.
“Do it again Stronghold,” Warren commanded, his free hand doing the same to Will’s chest. Will made a faint keening sound, but complied, brushing his fingers over them again and again. A growling came from Warren’s throat, rumbling right through Will’s body, and he was achingly hard again.
“More, Stronghold, more,” Warren whispered, moving his other hand to give each of Will’s nipples a gentle pinch. Will’s knees buckled slightly at the sensation and Warren leaned him harder against the wall for support. A half-second later, Will’s hands went to work, pinching and caressing Warren in return. Warren started to gasp slightly, and finally had to pull back from Will’s mouth, his hands tight on Will’s shoulders, as he just tried to process the sensation.
Will didn’t stop though, because Warren with his head thrown back in ecstasy was one of the sexist things he had ever seen.
“More… more, make me cum Will, make me cum!” Warren shouted, and Will’s eyes opened wide in shock and lust. Warren hadn’t ever called him by his first name before, and it was an incredible turn-on. Remembering what Warren had done just a few minutes ago, Will leaned in and fastened his lips on Warren’s neck, kissing and sucking hard. Warren’s whole body shook, and Will watched in fascination as he could actually see the bulge in Warren’s jeans jerk and twitch with a life of its own.
He found himself wondering what it would look like, what it would feel like, and if Warren would like his… Will couldn’t even complete that thought, but another nearly as intense ran through his mind unbidden.
I did that, I made him cum… Will thought, still breathing heavily. That… was really good…
Warren seemed to recover a few minutes later and traced down Will’s chest again, returning the favor, and soon it was Will’s turn to have his head thrown back in sensation. One of Warren’s hands slid down over his stomach, and Will arched into his touch, pleasure radiating out from that hot hand on his sensitive flesh.
“You like?” Warren whispered, and Will nodded, his eyes closed. Further caresses followed, one hand sliding sweetly over and over Will’s stomach, the other alternating between his nipples. Will could only breathe in short pants as Warren’s mouth slid down to his neck, and he wrapped his arms around Warren’s shoulders, clutching him to him.
“Cum for me Will,” Warren whispered in Will’s ear, as he returned both hands to Will’s nipples. At the sensation and sound of Warren’s voice, Will was totally lost, and arched against his boyfriend’s body, cumming hard and long, panting and clutching at his shoulders desperately. Warren’s arms wrapped around him in a hug and they rested their heads on each other’s shoulders.
“You’re so sweet…” Warren murmured. “I love you Will Stronghold.”
Will’s mouth dropped open. He couldn’t believe Warren had just said that.
“I love you,” Warren said again and took Will’s head in his hands to kiss him hard, keeping his lips sealed over Will’s mouth as his hands suddenly became frantic, running over Will’s shoulders, his back, sliding over his chest and stomach, as if he couldn’t get enough of him. Will moaned into Warren’s mouth as Warren’s hand finally slid down to Will’s ass and ground him hard against him. Will gasped at the fantastic heat and hardness he felt there and clutched Warren hard around the shoulders in return. He wasn’t so bold as to take possession of Warren’s ass yet, but he was seriously thinking about getting the courage to do so.
“Fuck… I could do you right here,” Warren gasped, pressing hard into Will again and again.
Do me? Like… well, what are we waiting for? Will thought frantically as he let go of Warren with one hand and began to fumble at the button of his own jeans. Warren’s hand suddenly clasped around his wrist though, and the pressure between them stopped.
“Not here… I want it to be special. Your first time,” Warren whispered, looking down into Will’s eyes. When it percolated through Will’s lust-filled brain exactly what Warren was talking about, he blushed a brilliant crimson and nodded. Warren waited a few heartbeats, as if waiting for Will to say something, but he couldn’t force a word past his lips.
“My house, Friday night, seven o’clock. My mom will be gone all weekend,” Warren said, kissing him hard one last time before almost forcefully backing away, shrugging on his shirt and jacket, walking quickly out of the locker room. Will could figure out why, though it made him blush to think about it. Warren didn’t want Will to lose his virginity in the high school locker room.
Am I ready to do that with a guy? Will asked himself. His body informed him in no uncertain terms yes, but as he struggled to get his hormones under control, he realized there had to be more to it than just wanting sex. It was kind of what Layla had taught him, that all the good intentions in the world couldn’t make a relationship work if there wasn’t any passion in it. Conversely, all the passion in the world wouldn’t make it work if there wasn’t something else.
Warren told me he loved me, Will thought.
Friday night could not possibly come soon enough.
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Will had thought about flying to Warren’s house, but decided against it, not just because he might be seen, but because he wanted the time to think a little. He had no idea if he was supposed to bring anything, and it was seriously stressing him out. The one thing that Layla had done was help him set up their dates, and his mom had always reminded him to bring flowers (or whole plants in Layla’s case) or gifts or something.
He wasn’t sure about bringing Warren flowers, and he didn’t know him well enough to be sure what he’d want for a gift. Warren was kind of hard to get to know. Will didn’t want to go to what was their first official date empty-handed though, particularly knowing what might be happening on said date. Could it be a date if you didn’t leave the house?
Will had finally gotten something of an idea though, and made a detour through a little shopping district that Layla had dragged him into a few times. There was one store that would have exactly what he was looking for, and it would even be kind of ironically appropriate too.
At seven o’clock precisely, Will was knocking at Warren’s door, chewing on his lip in nervousness, clutching the package in one hand very carefully to keep from crushing it. The door opened slowly, and Warren was standing there in only a tight black t-shirt and jeans, no shoes, no jacket. It looked really good on him, and Will found himself staring.
“Earth to Stronghold,” Warren said finally, and Will jumped.
“Ah… hi, yeah. I brought you something,” Will said quickly, stepping inside and holding out the package. Warren closed the door behind them and took it, quickly ripping off the paper. It was a cinnamon-scented candle. Warren smirked slightly, and gestured for Will to follow him upstairs. Will complied, mouth going dry.
“Thanks for this, I don’t usually get presents,” Warren said as they climbed the stairs. He stopped right in front of a door, the doorknob red instead of clear like the others. Will waited, uncertain, and Warren moved up behind him, wrapping his arms around him, nestling his head in the crook between Will’s shoulder and neck. There was no one around to see them now, and Will melted back into Warren’s grasp, letting himself fit in the curve of Warren’s body.
“I was going to do the whole dinner and a movie thing, but I don’t think either of us could have waited,” Warren breathed in his ear, and Will found himself tongue-tied again. He couldn’t quite turn enough to kiss Warren in this position, to let him know he agreed, but pressed back into him instead.
“If you want this, open the door Stronghold,” Warren whispered. Will stretched out and turned the red knob, opening the door to Warren’s room. The place was decorated mostly in black, with a large bed dominated by a black velvet comforter and red velvet pillows. It was already turned down to reveal red silk sheets. The rest of the place looked incredibly grown-up, with elegant antique furniture decorated with fine art objects, mostly carved stones or painted pottery in dragon and phoenix themes.
If it hadn’t been for the textbooks and computer plugged into the wall on a desk, Will would have been sure he was in an adult’s designer bedroom or something. Several candles were already lit all around the room, providing a warm golden glow over everything.
“Yes I decorated this myself, yes I watch decorating shows, and I swear to God if you tell anyone I will find some way to hurt you,” Warren commented behind him, and Will smothered a laugh. Warren’s hands moved in front of him, flicking out a tongue of flame and lighting the candle in his hand. Moving them both towards the bed, Warren placed the candle gently on the bedside table and turned Will to face him.
“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to get you here?” he asked him. Will could only shrug as Warren wrapped his hands around his waist. And then his lips around his. That was all Will needed, and he responded eagerly, melting into Warren’s kiss, feeling like he had always wanted this.
Warren’s hands moved up, tugging up Will’s shirt, running his hot hands along Will’s naked back. Will moved his arms to help Warren get the shirt over his head, resenting even the brief second it took to get over his head, interrupting the kiss. When Will began to run his own hands over Warren’s muscles through his shirt, he heard an impatient growl from Warren.
“Fuck, just rip it off!” Warren snapped; his gentle caresses over Will’s shoulders and spine belying the heat in his words. Will, nothing loath, reduced the t-shirt to shreds in one tug. Warren’s hands were tracing strange symbols on his back, giving Will goosebumps and a hard-on at the same time.
“Shoes off,” Warren growled, his hands trailing lower, grabbing Will’s ass and grinding him against him. Will was quite grateful he was wearing sandals and kicked them off quickly. Once Warren heard the shoes thump on the floor, he leaned Will down on the bed and laid him out. Will sighed in contentment as Warren crawled up next to him, one hand trailing down to Will’s waist.
“You look a little… confined there Stronghold,” Warren said with a bit of a chuckle, and unbuttoned and unzipped Will’s jeans. Will could feel his cock spring to attention in his briefs as Warren’s hand torturously moved back up onto his stomach.
“Say something. Anything,” Warren whispered in an almost pleading tone. Will arched into Warren touch, almost mindless with pleasure and rigid with anticipation and lust. He wanted, needed, Warren to go farther, but he had been completely silent for these last two weeks, and wasn’t sure if he could say anything. Gasping, he finally swallowed as Warren’s hand made gentle circles on his stomach, drifting lower and lower, but just not low enough… If he could just tell him…
“Yours,” Will managed to breathe, opening his eyes to see Warren watching him with surprise.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m… yours,” Will gasped out. Warren smiled brilliantly, and his hand slid home, easing under the band of Will’s briefs to encircle his cock. Will wanted to close his eyes again to focus on the feelings, but he had to see Warren’s reaction. Warren’s eyebrows shot up in surprise when he felt Will’s size, and Will felt himself smiling shyly.
“Very nice,” Warren purred, and began to stroke. Will’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head at Warren’s touch, so hot, so different from his own, seeming to know more about what Will wanted than he did himself.
“Want you, love you, want this… yes, yes…” Will breathed, his eyes half-open as Warren shifted around the side. The dam broke, Will found he could talk, at least a little.
“More, I want all of you, I want everything,” Warren murmured, and with a jerk, had pulled off Will’s underwear and jeans with practiced ease. Before Will could even react to that, Warren had gone back to stroking him, nudging his legs apart so Warren could lie between them. Will simply whimpered, not exactly sure what was going to happen next, but perfectly content that it was going to be good.
“Please… please…” Will whispered, stretching out to run the tips of his fingers through Warren’s soft hair. Warren leaned over him, dangerously close to his groin, and Will’s eyes widened when he realized what was going to happen.
“Fucking beautiful… gifted. So strong…” Warren said, one hand still clutched around the base of Will’s cock, the other stroking upward, lavishing attention around the head. “Don’t move, whatever you do.”
Move? I can’t even think, move, is he insane? Will thought vaguely. Then Warren fell forward, his longish hair concealing his actions, but there was no doubt of the result. His hot, wet mouth closed over the end of Will’s cock, burning tongue caressing all around, tracing ridges and veins, before dipping lower and lower.
Will would have cum immediately at the sensation, but he realized the grip on the base of his cock was delaying his pleasure from erupting. Sweet agony was building in his balls, and he could see how Warren didn’t want him to move. Strong as he was, he could have knocked all of Warren’s teeth out with an inadvertent thrusting of his hips. And that simply wouldn’t do at all.
“Warren… Warren… please, want to cum,” Will panted. Warren chuckled deep in his throat, and Will keened when the vibrations traveled up his cock. It took every ounce of what little control Will had to not let himself go right there, and then when Warren went even deeper and began to bob his head, even that was shattered. No force on Earth could stop Will’s strength when he let go, and Will could only warn Warren with a high-pitched scream when he exploded.
Will could feel the muscles in Warren’s throat work as pulse after pulse shot out of him, and it was whole minutes before he had come down from his sexual high. When he could see again, Warren was laying beside him, looking supremely pleased with himself, Will’s head cradled in his arms against that hot, smooth chest. When Will stirred, Warren looked down at him, and Will smiled lazily. Trailing his gaze down, he saw there was still a mighty impressive bulge in Warren’s jeans, and curiosity caused him to begin to trail a hand down Warren’s chest and stomach.
“What’re you doing?” Warren whispered.
“I want to see you… all of you,” Will whispered back, blushing a little, but feeling pleasure still surging through his blood. Maybe he didn’t know as much as Warren about this, but he sure as hell wanted to try.
“All you had to do was ask,” Warren said, sounding a little shaky himself, and slid his own hand down to unbutton his jeans. He took Will’s hand and placed it on the zipper, and slowly dragged it down. Will’s hands got a little bolder, folding back the jeans and gently touching Warren’s silk-covered cock. It was incredibly hot and hard, jerking slightly under his hand, as Will watched with fascination.
“Go on, it’s ok,” Warren said huskily, running his hand through Will’s hair. Biting his lip slightly, Will gently nudged aside the vent in the boxers and slid his hand in, for the first time touching another boy’s cock. Silky smooth, red hot, rock hard, were his first impressions as he slowly put his hand around Warren’s member and pulled it free.
Will could only stare in fascination at first, his fingers slowly beginning to trace over it, circling around the head and trailing down the shaft. Warren hissed, and Will turned to look up at him, seeing Warren’s eyes closed and jaw set.
“Warren?” Will asked uncertainly.
“If you don’t keep going, I’m going to have to do something drastic,” Warren warned without opening his eyes, and smiled just a little bit. A spirit of mischief came over Will, and he gently rubbed over the tip of Warren’s cock in a teasing gesture, withdrawing his hand.
“Like what?” Will asked.
“This,” Warren growled, and sat up suddenly. Will was surprised when Warren grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, giving him a gentle push forward so he was on all fours on the bed. Then Warren shucked his jeans in a trice and pressed himself up behind Will, teasing him with the feel of that hard, hot cock on the back of his thighs. It was a terribly undignified position, but Will didn’t care. He suddenly wanted that cock, wanted it in his body, and he didn’t care how.
“Please…” Will whimpered, and let out faint, breathy cries when Warren snaked a hand around to stroke his own cock.
“Damn, you’re ready fast,” Warren said, sounding surprised.
“Powers… endurance,” Will managed to gasp out as Warren’s hand gently withdrew to brace themselves on his back.
“Oh… I can have some fun with this,” Warren said wickedly. One of Warren’s hands left his flesh, and Will heard some faint rustling somewhere behind him. Warren gently stroked down Will’s back, searing a path down his spine, then caressed his ass, hot hands stroking in small circles as Will pushed back into his touch, not caring what it looked like.
Warren chuckled and leaned forward a bit, going back to stroking Will fast and hard, reducing Will to panting breaths as he concentrated on that hot touch. When Warren’s other hand, coated with something slippery and cool, began to circle around his anus, then suddenly plunged in, Will didn’t even care. Everything felt great at that point, and having Warren’s burning fingers circling and twisting in his ass was just one more pleasure.
“You ok?” Warren asked, slowing down his stroking, letting Will concentrate on the unusual sensation of Warren’s fingers.
“Yeah… more…” Will got out, head hanging forward. Warren’s fingers pushed further into him, adding a third as his other hand finally left Will’s aching cock. Will whimpered, but when Warren stretched out his ensheathed fingers and caressed against a particularly sensitive spot deep within Will’s body, he screamed. Pleasure seared and boiled along his nerves, and his vision went white for a second at the sensation. When he finally came to, Will found he had collapsed on his forearms, ass in the air, Warren’s fingers still buried inside him.
Warren chuckled again and leaned forward a bit to press his own cock against Will’s thighs again, revving him up again. Taking a few deep breaths, Will slowly raised himself up.
“In me, now!” Will yelled, patience completely at an end. Warren had obviously been waiting for Will to break, and in a single swift motion withdrew his fingers and buried himself completely in Will’s ass. That burning hot cock hit well inside Will again, and he screamed his appreciation into the mattress as he collapsed again. Warren was lying on top of Will’s back, panting a little as he got his equilibrium back.
“Holy fuck, Stronghold,” Warren breathed in his ear, levering himself up.
“Please…” Will whimpered, not even sure what he was asking for. The hot sensation within him was a torment, too good to last. The long, hot, hardness was filling him up, making him feel complete, but he was still trembling inside.
“Got you, it’s ok,” Warren murmured, trailing one hand around Will’s ribs to brush over his nipples. Then Warren’s hands stopped suddenly and Will groaned in frustration.
“Uh… Stronghold? Look down,” Warren said, clutching Will’s shoulders. Will slowly rolled his eyes open, and realized they were floating several feet off the bed.
“Do you want to fly?” Warren whispered in his ear, punctuating his question with a short thrust into Will’s body. Will’s mouth opened in a silent scream and he surged upward. God, that felt great…
“Window,” Warren gasped a little, one hand trailing down Will’s chest to lazily drift over his stomach. It took most of Will’s control to not just smash straight through the wall, throwing open the window instead and soaring up into the night sky. As they quickly gained altitude, Warren seemed to get his equilibrium back, one arm wrapped firmly around Will’s shoulder and neck, the other on his stomach. Will began to gasp and scream as Warren’s hips began to move, thrusting that hot cock into his body over and over again, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves within him every few strokes.
Warren’s other hand slid lower and closed around Will’s own member, stroking in time with his thrusts, causing Will to surge up with every building of sensation. Warren fastened his mouth onto Will’s neck, sucking and licking; his hot tongue driving Will to new heights.
“Yeah… yeah… you’re so good Will,” Warren gasped as Maxville fell away into a pattern of sparkling lights from below. At the sound of Warren saying his name, Will cried out into the cool air, clenching hard on Warren. A strangled scream behind him might have been his name, or it might not have, but Warren suddenly squeezed him hard and lunged in, his cock throbbing and burning before erupting in a volcanic orgasm. Will fell from the heavens at the sensation of Warren releasing inside him, his own cock finally erupting as the two spun and fell, mating on the wing like eagles.
“God… Will…!” Warren nearly howled in his ear as Will’s super-strong body wrung his orgasm out to nearly painful lengths, the pleasure so great that he didn’t even notice the ground, only gasping when Will leveled out an instant before impact, hurtling back into Warren’s house. The feel of Warren pulsing within him was fantastic, and Will didn’t want it to end.
Warren withdrew very gently as Will finally grounded them, and Will physically ached to have him back again. Turning around and reaching for him, Warren folded him into his arms and lay them both down on the bed, occasionally kissing him, but mostly just enjoying the closeness that came from clutching Will’s trembling and naked body to his. Warren’s arms around him made him feel safe, protected, comfortable, and Will knew he had found his true love here tonight.
“So,” Warren asked after a very long several minutes. “Are you ever going to tell me to stop?”
“No,” Will told him simply, and turned to bury himself in Warren’s kiss.
“Good.”
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Stop Chapter 2: Morning After
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Sky High
Characters/Pairing: Warren/Will
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8,083
Spoilers: All of the film
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: Sky High is owned by Disney. I make no money.
Notes: This was the first story where I attempted to do an actual romantic relationship. With boys. I’m sorta working without a net, so lemme know if anything can make this better!
Summary: Warren has a very serious question to ask Will.
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Warren leaned in, putting his hands on the wall on either side of Will, his mouth right by Will’s ear.
“What are you doing?” Will asked, laughing a little.
“I like you,” Warren said simply. Will froze, suddenly aware of Warren’s intense body heat as he never had been before.
Like me? Like… like me? Will thought, his eyes going wide. What was going on?
“I like you a lot,” he repeated, and Will struggled to remember to breathe. He hadn’t been expecting this when Warren had said he wanted to talk to him in the locker room after school, and right now he was so surprised he couldn’t even move.
“Tell me to stop,” Warren whispered, his breath feeling hot as fire against Will’s skin.
Tell him to stop what? Will thought, as Warren moved around to look him in the face, his dark eyes smoldering. Will didn’t move as Warren moved in closer and closer, the heat glowing from his skin. Then Warren kissed him. Will remained frozen in shock as Warren’s lips brushed his own, then pressed in more firmly, the heat and strength in them giving him the best kiss he had ever had in his short experience. And when Warren’s tongue actually began to trace his lips, Will gasped in surprise, and Warren moved in.
Will could barely remember to breathe as Warren traced the inside of his mouth and caressed his lips with his own. It felt fantastic, wonderful, and Will began to relax as heat and pleasure radiated out from his mouth and down his body, centering low. It didn’t matter right now that Warren was a guy, all that mattered was how he felt right now.
Maybe this was a bad idea, somehow, but Will didn’t care. Maybe he was shallow; he had, after all, nearly thrown away a lifelong friendship because some senior with pretty brown eyes had smiled at him. But with Warren’s fiery hot lips pressed over his mouth and that sweet tongue curled around his own, Will didn’t have much room for thought.
“If you don’t want this, tell me to stop,” Warren whispered, breaking off the kiss. Stop, is he insane? Do it some more! Will thought frantically, and kept his eyes closed, opening his mouth slightly in invitation.
He didn’t know what to say. He was afraid to say anything because then he’d actually have to acknowledge that he was getting very turned on by Warren kissing him. Will didn’t want to think, he just wanted to feel. Layla crossed his mind once, but Will quickly put her aside. He had only kissed her a few times, but they had never made him feel like this, like his blood was on fire.
Warren took the invitation with a will, diving in a little more forcefully this time, the heat increasing in his mouth, as Warren’s tongue did fascinating things with his own. Will felt blood rushing to his groin in a sweet flood, and moaned slightly as Warren’s kiss got harder, sweeter, hotter. There was a faint growling sound from Warren, and Will’s breath caught as suddenly Warren began to suck on his tongue. With a faint scream muffled in Warren’s mouth, Will felt himself cum hard, jerking his body involuntarily and breaking the kiss.
Warren pulled back, breathing heavily, and looked down at Will’s pants. He smirked slightly and pulled back from the wall, freeing Will. Will just leaned down, bracing himself on his knees as he tried to get some kind of equilibrium back.
“Same time tomorrow, unless you tell me to stop,” Warren said, and then turned his back and walked out the door.
Will closed his eyes and wondered for a long moment what the hell had just happened. It had been a kiss, just a kiss, and he had totally lost control. It had felt better than anything he had ever done before with Layla, and he had gone farther with Layla than a kiss. Not a lot farther, but still…
Will finally left the locker room several minutes later, very relieved that he could fly and wouldn’t have to call his parents and explain why he had missed the bus. “Oh, Warren Peace was just kissing me in the locker room, and I lost track of time.” Yeah, he didn’t think that would fly.
What would Layla think? Though now that he was thinking about it, maybe the reason kissing with Layla hadn’t been as exciting as Warren kissing him was because neither him nor Layla knew exactly what they were doing. Warren obviously did. But if he could try to kiss Layla the way Warren kissed him… that might make things a little more interesting.
Though right now he really needed to go home and change his pants.
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The next day after gym class Will found himself waiting in the back of the locker room, not bothering to put his jacket on this time, wondering to himself what exactly he was going to say to Warren.
“Hey, thanks for the kissing demonstration, Layla really liked what I learned.”
“Can you do that again… more?”
Yeah, maybe saying nothing would be better. Anything he could say would only sound stupid.
Slowly he heard everyone else leave, and for nearly five minutes sat in silence as the rest of the noise faded from the hallway. He didn’t even know why he was waiting, really. He was Layla’s boyfriend; he shouldn’t be waiting here for his best friend, a guy, to kiss him. Somehow though all of that was completely irrelevant to the way he had felt yesterday.
Will had had a very intense wet dream the night before, involving Warren, and only Warren. Being held by him, kissed by him, stroked by him, taken by him. Will hadn’t even thought about guys that way before, but after cumming from a single intense make-out session, his perceptions had been broadened. Layla had never affected him that way, and it made Will really question how much he really loved her. Or at least if his love could go all the way with her.
Layla had liked Will taking charge last night when he tried out what Warren had shown him, but he hadn’t been comfortable. Well, the kissing itself had been all right, but Will hadn’t been feeling half as turned on kissing Layla as he had been when Warren was kissing him. Will knew he wasn’t nearly as aggressive as his dad when it came to, well, anything.
He was only the leader of the team because he was the most powerful, but he didn’t have to like it. He didn’t like being in charge that much, though he did what he had to for the good of the team. But he didn’t want to have to be in charge of their make-out sessions as well. He’d wanted Layla to show him what to do, because honestly, he really didn’t know what he was doing half the time, and it turned what should have been fun into a nerve-wracking experience. But she seemed to like being taken care of, at least by him, though she was quite capable on her own.
Will was so wrapped up in thinking about what he was going to say that he was startled when he found Warren looming beside his bench. He jumped up in surprise, and Warren chuckled a little, taking a few steps forward. Will kept stepping back until his back was against the wall again, and Warren leaned in, placing his hands on the wall like yesterday. Will felt himself smiling, already feeling oddly comfortable with the strange situation, with Warren looming over him, the heat from his body radiating into Will like sunshine.
He looked up at Warren’s dark eyes as Warren leaned in farther.
“Tell me to stop, if you don’t want this,” he whispered in a husky voice. Will only closed his eyes and parted his lips slightly. He had been thinking about this all day and most of last night. Bad ideas be damned, Will wanted to feel Warren’s mouth on his again.
“Nice,” Warren murmured and kissed him. If Will had been expecting all of his half-formed daydreams to pop like soap bubbles, he was going to be sorely disappointed. The kiss was even hotter that yesterday, as if Warren had powered up, and Will made a few involuntary appreciative moans in his throat as Warren’s tongue invaded his mouth. The kisses only got deeper, stronger, and hotter with each sound, and soon Will was kissing Warren back, to a vague but pleased murmur of surprise.
Then Warren moved one hand away from the wall to place on the back of Will’s head, gently turning it just so, making the kiss even better for both of them. Will was excruciatingly aware of every part of Warren’s hot hand, wanting to press back into his touch, but not daring to take his lips from Warren’s mouth. He didn’t know how long they were locked together, connected only by mouths and a single hand, but eventually Warren broke the kiss and leaned back. Will tried to lean forward to continue, not wanting the sweet, fiery contact to end, but Warren shook his head, and Will froze.
“You’re so sweet,” he whispered. “I really do like you, a lot. More than I thought I did. More than I should.”
Will could only stare at him in confusion.
“This was Layla’s idea. She wanted me to give you some advice, make you more confident. This isn’t exactly what she had in mind though,” he said, and Will started to feel a little nauseous. This had all been some kind of plot, like Homecoming freshman year?
“Of course, I wanted you for myself,” Warren continued, and Will blinked in confusion. “So I’m launching a campaign of seduction.” Warren leaned in again giving Will another deep kiss that wiped his confusion away.
“How’s it working?” he asked casually, and glanced downward. Will followed his gaze, and went crimson when he saw the bulge in his pants. He hadn’t been so hard before, ever.
“Looks like it’s going pretty well. I’ll be here tomorrow, same time, unless you tell me to stop, now that you know I only have the motive to get you in bed,” Warren said, and reached out with one hand, tracing down Will’s throat to his breastbone, then over to a nipple, brushing over it with those hot hands. Will couldn’t help it, he suddenly spasmed, the hot touch pushing him over the edge, and came in his pants with a faint cry.
Warren only watched the results of his handiwork with a lazy smile, and walked away.
Will resolved to talk with Layla about this immediately. She had a lot of questions to answer. Forewarned from yesterday, he had brought a change of underwear with him, and quickly changed before he could make another stain that would be hard to explain to his mother. Then he was soon hurtling through the sky, this time heading right for Layla’s backyard.
She was carefully finishing planting a few bulbs in the ground, gently patting the earth in place, and looked up, startled, when he landed next to her. He was fast enough to not be too worried about being seen, but he hadn’t meant to startle her.
“Will!” she said a little nervously, pulling off her gardening gloves. “You weren’t on the bus for the last two days. What’s going on?”
Will was torn, wanting to be angry with Layla, and wanting to thank her at the same time. He was mad, mad because she had tried to get Warren to give him tips on what was supposed to be private, instead of just telling him what she wanted. Or even, God forbid, taking charge herself and showing him. It was the same thing as Homecoming last year, when instead of just telling him how she felt, she instead went on a date with his current arch-enemy to make him jealous.
Why couldn’t things with girls be simple? Yeah, he guessed he should have figured out that Layla liked him, but she had known him since they were two! If she couldn’t have figured out that occasionally he was really dense (something he admitted even to himself) and needed a big red flashing sign to figure things out by now, then things were hopeless.
Layla kept trying to change him with these subtle hints and things, and Will just couldn’t get it. He liked her as a friend, but when it came to the whole complexities of a “relationship,” he kept messing things up spectacularly.
On the other hand, Will had become really good friends with Warren in the year since Homecoming. And when Warren had made his move, it had been anything but subtle. “I like you a lot,” followed by a really hot make-out session. That had been something simple, direct, easy to understand, and blunt enough to make it clear even to him that Warren genuinely liked him.
Will hadn’t considered a relationship with another guy before two days ago, but right now the idea of going out with Warren Peace was infinitely more exciting than going out with Layla. He didn’t want to hurt her but…
“You’ve been talking to Warren,” he said simply, crossing his arms. Layla blushed, and Will knew right then Warren had completely been telling the truth.
“Um… Will, I didn’t mean to… I mean…” she stammered.
“Why couldn’t you have just told me what you wanted?” Will asked, keeping his voice low so the whole neighborhood wouldn’t know he was breaking up with his girlfriend.
“I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she said softly, blushing when she realized how stupid that sounded.
“And telling my best friend that I needed… lessons wasn’t embarrassing?” Will asked, trying to keep a bite out of his tone. He was looking hard over Layla now, trying to seriously ask himself if this was what he really wanted. Did he really, truly, honestly want to give up even a frustrating relationship with a kind, sweet, pretty girl that had been his best friend for twelve years?
Sure, Layla was pretty, and he already knew a lot about her, but… Will had to be honest with himself; it was hard to be Mr. Perfect. And he had a sneaking suspicion that’s what Layla wanted, white picket fences and all that. Will didn’t want to be her Prince Charming. It was exhausting, trying to be a mind reader all the time, trying to be in control. It was tiring both physically and mentally, and Will realized he didn’t want that. He actually had thoroughly enjoyed Warren taking charge. It had been… comforting and exciting at the same time.
“Will, I…” Layla trailed off, not sure what to say.
“Warren did give me ‘lessons,’” Will told her. “Practical ones.” Layla started at him for a second, and then went completely crimson when she realized what Will was getting at.
“And I want…” Will took a deep breath. He didn’t like confrontation, but he’d do it. Because if he let this slide, he had a horrible feeling he wouldn’t have the courage to do it again. “I want to go out with Warren.”
“You… what?” Layla asked in shock.
“I want to go out with Warren,” Will repeated stubbornly. “He told me, straight to my face, that he liked me. And you know what? That’s more than you ever did.”
It was a hurtful thing to say, but Will couldn’t think of any other way to say it. Layla’s face crumpled and tears filled her eyes. Will felt horrible at making her feel so bad, and he leaned in to give her a hug. They might not be boyfriend and girlfriend anymore, but hopefully they could still be friends. If Layla didn’t hate him now.
“I’m so sorry Will,” Layla sobbed into his shoulder. Now Will felt horribly guilty. He should have been the one apologizing.
“I’m sorry too,” he got out.
“I always thought… I mean, we were friends for so long, and that’s just how things were supposed to go!” she cried.
“Well, I guess they don’t always go… that way,” Will said a little confusedly. “Can we still be friends?”
Layla cried into his shirt for a few more minutes and Will just hugged her. He was searching himself too. The soft feel of Layla’s body was nice, he’d happily admit that, but he found Warren incredibly attractive too, now that he was letting himself think that. He wasn’t sure if that made him gay or bi or something else, but he knew that right now Warren was definitely the one that he wanted.
Layla eventually stopped crying, and they must have talked for another couple of hours. She basically told him she had wanted to go out with him because that was the logical and normal thing for a nice girl like her to do, fall in love with the boy next door. So she made herself do that. Nice girls were supposed to let the boys do all the work, and she tried to help Will when he seemed to be faltering. Will told her he was just uncomfortable with taking control, and dealing with a romance made him miss all the fun they used to have as just friends.
Somehow, Will wasn’t sure how, he managed to come out of what should have been a horrible experience for both of them feeling like he had just won an award of some kind. Part of his world that he thought he had lost, his comfortable, normal friendship with Layla, was back. And while that opened up a whole new bunch of problems with what was going to happen with Warren, he was going to enjoy just talking to his best friend for the night.
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The next day, right before school, Will had been trying to find his history book in his locker, when he suddenly felt Warren come up right behind him. The heat was unmistakable, not to mention the scent of leather, or the height that blocked out the light.
“I hear you and Layla broke up because you want to go out with me,” Warren whispered in his ear. Will wanted to melt back into Warren’s body, but stopped himself. It was the middle of the hallway, for Pete’s sake! Will tried to open his mouth to explain, but found himself completely tongue-tied in Warren’s presence. This was ridiculous! How was he supposed to tell Warren he liked him if he couldn’t even say a single word?
“You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want to. Actions speak louder than words,” Warren whispered again, and that hot tongue flicked out and ran along the edge of Will’s ear. Will clamped down on his mouth to keep himself from moaning.
“See you at lunch,” Warren said casually, and walked off. Will considered the state of his pants, the time until the bell rang, and the fact that he still needed to get his history book. Sighing, Will grabbed the book and quickly went to the bathroom, holding his book bag in front of him. There was no way he could concentrate on history with what Warren had left him with, and if he didn’t take care of it, he certainly wouldn’t be able to walk the halls.
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The rest of that week, and the week after was possibly the strangest relationship on record. Every day after gym class Warren would find Will in the locker room and an extremely hot make-out session would ensue. Will found himself completely unable to talk in Warren’s presence, only being able to show how he felt by his own enthusiastic kissing. Warren had taught him more by example in two weeks than Layla had in nearly the whole year of their relationship.
And while Will couldn’t make himself talk, Warren certainly could. He didn’t talk a lot, but he told him at least twice every day how much he liked him. And Will’s response to that seemed to be enough for him. Every time Warren would ask him if he wanted him to stop, Will only kissed him harder.
Warren didn’t act any differently around Will, other than the fact that perhaps he sat a hair closer to him on the bench during lunch. If they were talking about class or sports or TV or anything normal, Will could actually get words out and have a normal conversation. Will hadn’t been sure how to act around Warren at first, but had decided that whatever he had done with Layla probably wouldn’t work.
Layla had always wanted him to hold his hand, or give her hugs or something. Will thought Warren probably wouldn’t stand for that, and so tried to play it casual. Though one time on Wednesday during the second week, Will had accidentally touched Warren’s hand under the table during lunch. He was going to pull back when Warren captured his hand and ran his hot, calloused thumb over Will’s knuckles before letting go. Will had found himself tongue-tied again for the rest of lunch, but what came after that was even stranger. After their usual make-out session that day, Warren had told him to leave his shirt off on Thursday.
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Will was waiting again in the locker room, this time not bothering to put his shirt on, sitting on the bench half-naked, feeling unaccountably vulnerable and undeniably horny. Warren had refused to leave his mind the entire night, and when Will had tried to take the edge off himself, it had only taken the thought of Warren’s dark eyes to make him cum. He hadn’t ever been on such a hair trigger before, but he liked it, as frustrating as it was. It was exciting, this forbidden feeling, and waiting through all of class today for their make-out session had been agony.
When he heard Warren’s heavy boots coming his way, he sprang up, waiting for him. When Warren caught sight of him, the older boy casually leaned against the row of lockers, cross his arms and looking at Will appreciatively for a moment.
“You even do what I tell you. That’s sexy, Stronghold,” he said. Warren shrugged off his leather jacket and pulled off his own shirt, letting Will get a good view of his own muscled torso. Will’s breath caught as he stared long and hard at Warren, getting a good look at Warren’s chiseled muscles. Warren was like a model, really, and Will hadn’t ever seen him without several layers of clothes on. Will didn’t exactly know why Warren was turning him on so much, but he liked it, he liked it a lot.
“Why don’t you ever say anything? Usually I can’t get you to shut up outside of here,” Warren commented, taking a few steps closer. Will remained silent, terrified that if he said anything, this would all somehow fall apart. Things had been great up until now, and Will didn’t want to spoil it by changing anything. Instead he leaned back up against the wall again, letting Warren loom over him, feeling the heat from his body more than ever before.
“Very nice…” Warren murmured, his lips sealing over Will’s. Will’s mouth was already open and waiting, and Warren chuckled at Will’s apparent enthusiasm as he dominated the kiss. Will moaned a little at the delicious feelings that were running through his body, not even embarrassed at how quickly he was getting aroused. He had a feeling Warren both noticed and liked it, and that turned him on even more.
Warren’s hot hands moved away from the wall, one resting on the back of Will’s head to help guide the kiss, the other began to sear a delicate path down the side of his neck, tracing his shoulder and running down his arm. Will panted a bit as his body betrayed him, surging in a sweet eruption against the confines of his jeans. He didn’t even care though, he was so incredibly aroused at this point that it wasn’t going to do more than take off the edge.
Warren’s hand guided Will’s to his own shoulder, and gently settled it on his hot skin, then returned to exploring Will’s body. Hot fingers trailed down Will’s collarbone, brushed up the hollow of his throat, then down his breastbone to his navel. Tracing back up Will’s abs, Warren’ hand got closer and closer to Will’s nipples, and Will whimpered slightly as that torturous hot touch circled without touching where he wanted most.
“Tell me to stop,” Warren whispered in Will’s ear, trailing kisses down to his neck. Will shook his head in silent denial. “Then move your hands Stronghold, show me what you want.” Warren kissed and sucked hard at Will’s neck for a moment, and Will moaned, as the sensation seemed to carry straight to his groin. Warren moved his lips back to Will’s mouth, and Will could suddenly think again.
Will’s hands involuntarily shot up to Warren’s shoulders and began to trace downwards, shivering slightly in anticipation and appreciation for that hot, hot skin. It felt so good, so smooth… Will drifted his hands down, past the collarbone, over Warren’s hard muscles, to his nipples, brushing over them slightly. He felt Warren’s body jerk when he did that, and the kiss suddenly got more aggressive.
“Do it again Stronghold,” Warren commanded, his free hand doing the same to Will’s chest. Will made a faint keening sound, but complied, brushing his fingers over them again and again. A growling came from Warren’s throat, rumbling right through Will’s body, and he was achingly hard again.
“More, Stronghold, more,” Warren whispered, moving his other hand to give each of Will’s nipples a gentle pinch. Will’s knees buckled slightly at the sensation and Warren leaned him harder against the wall for support. A half-second later, Will’s hands went to work, pinching and caressing Warren in return. Warren started to gasp slightly, and finally had to pull back from Will’s mouth, his hands tight on Will’s shoulders, as he just tried to process the sensation.
Will didn’t stop though, because Warren with his head thrown back in ecstasy was one of the sexist things he had ever seen.
“More… more, make me cum Will, make me cum!” Warren shouted, and Will’s eyes opened wide in shock and lust. Warren hadn’t ever called him by his first name before, and it was an incredible turn-on. Remembering what Warren had done just a few minutes ago, Will leaned in and fastened his lips on Warren’s neck, kissing and sucking hard. Warren’s whole body shook, and Will watched in fascination as he could actually see the bulge in Warren’s jeans jerk and twitch with a life of its own.
He found himself wondering what it would look like, what it would feel like, and if Warren would like his… Will couldn’t even complete that thought, but another nearly as intense ran through his mind unbidden.
I did that, I made him cum… Will thought, still breathing heavily. That… was really good…
Warren seemed to recover a few minutes later and traced down Will’s chest again, returning the favor, and soon it was Will’s turn to have his head thrown back in sensation. One of Warren’s hands slid down over his stomach, and Will arched into his touch, pleasure radiating out from that hot hand on his sensitive flesh.
“You like?” Warren whispered, and Will nodded, his eyes closed. Further caresses followed, one hand sliding sweetly over and over Will’s stomach, the other alternating between his nipples. Will could only breathe in short pants as Warren’s mouth slid down to his neck, and he wrapped his arms around Warren’s shoulders, clutching him to him.
“Cum for me Will,” Warren whispered in Will’s ear, as he returned both hands to Will’s nipples. At the sensation and sound of Warren’s voice, Will was totally lost, and arched against his boyfriend’s body, cumming hard and long, panting and clutching at his shoulders desperately. Warren’s arms wrapped around him in a hug and they rested their heads on each other’s shoulders.
“You’re so sweet…” Warren murmured. “I love you Will Stronghold.”
Will’s mouth dropped open. He couldn’t believe Warren had just said that.
“I love you,” Warren said again and took Will’s head in his hands to kiss him hard, keeping his lips sealed over Will’s mouth as his hands suddenly became frantic, running over Will’s shoulders, his back, sliding over his chest and stomach, as if he couldn’t get enough of him. Will moaned into Warren’s mouth as Warren’s hand finally slid down to Will’s ass and ground him hard against him. Will gasped at the fantastic heat and hardness he felt there and clutched Warren hard around the shoulders in return. He wasn’t so bold as to take possession of Warren’s ass yet, but he was seriously thinking about getting the courage to do so.
“Fuck… I could do you right here,” Warren gasped, pressing hard into Will again and again.
Do me? Like… well, what are we waiting for? Will thought frantically as he let go of Warren with one hand and began to fumble at the button of his own jeans. Warren’s hand suddenly clasped around his wrist though, and the pressure between them stopped.
“Not here… I want it to be special. Your first time,” Warren whispered, looking down into Will’s eyes. When it percolated through Will’s lust-filled brain exactly what Warren was talking about, he blushed a brilliant crimson and nodded. Warren waited a few heartbeats, as if waiting for Will to say something, but he couldn’t force a word past his lips.
“My house, Friday night, seven o’clock. My mom will be gone all weekend,” Warren said, kissing him hard one last time before almost forcefully backing away, shrugging on his shirt and jacket, walking quickly out of the locker room. Will could figure out why, though it made him blush to think about it. Warren didn’t want Will to lose his virginity in the high school locker room.
Am I ready to do that with a guy? Will asked himself. His body informed him in no uncertain terms yes, but as he struggled to get his hormones under control, he realized there had to be more to it than just wanting sex. It was kind of what Layla had taught him, that all the good intentions in the world couldn’t make a relationship work if there wasn’t any passion in it. Conversely, all the passion in the world wouldn’t make it work if there wasn’t something else.
Warren told me he loved me, Will thought.
Friday night could not possibly come soon enough.
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Will had thought about flying to Warren’s house, but decided against it, not just because he might be seen, but because he wanted the time to think a little. He had no idea if he was supposed to bring anything, and it was seriously stressing him out. The one thing that Layla had done was help him set up their dates, and his mom had always reminded him to bring flowers (or whole plants in Layla’s case) or gifts or something.
He wasn’t sure about bringing Warren flowers, and he didn’t know him well enough to be sure what he’d want for a gift. Warren was kind of hard to get to know. Will didn’t want to go to what was their first official date empty-handed though, particularly knowing what might be happening on said date. Could it be a date if you didn’t leave the house?
Will had finally gotten something of an idea though, and made a detour through a little shopping district that Layla had dragged him into a few times. There was one store that would have exactly what he was looking for, and it would even be kind of ironically appropriate too.
At seven o’clock precisely, Will was knocking at Warren’s door, chewing on his lip in nervousness, clutching the package in one hand very carefully to keep from crushing it. The door opened slowly, and Warren was standing there in only a tight black t-shirt and jeans, no shoes, no jacket. It looked really good on him, and Will found himself staring.
“Earth to Stronghold,” Warren said finally, and Will jumped.
“Ah… hi, yeah. I brought you something,” Will said quickly, stepping inside and holding out the package. Warren closed the door behind them and took it, quickly ripping off the paper. It was a cinnamon-scented candle. Warren smirked slightly, and gestured for Will to follow him upstairs. Will complied, mouth going dry.
“Thanks for this, I don’t usually get presents,” Warren said as they climbed the stairs. He stopped right in front of a door, the doorknob red instead of clear like the others. Will waited, uncertain, and Warren moved up behind him, wrapping his arms around him, nestling his head in the crook between Will’s shoulder and neck. There was no one around to see them now, and Will melted back into Warren’s grasp, letting himself fit in the curve of Warren’s body.
“I was going to do the whole dinner and a movie thing, but I don’t think either of us could have waited,” Warren breathed in his ear, and Will found himself tongue-tied again. He couldn’t quite turn enough to kiss Warren in this position, to let him know he agreed, but pressed back into him instead.
“If you want this, open the door Stronghold,” Warren whispered. Will stretched out and turned the red knob, opening the door to Warren’s room. The place was decorated mostly in black, with a large bed dominated by a black velvet comforter and red velvet pillows. It was already turned down to reveal red silk sheets. The rest of the place looked incredibly grown-up, with elegant antique furniture decorated with fine art objects, mostly carved stones or painted pottery in dragon and phoenix themes.
If it hadn’t been for the textbooks and computer plugged into the wall on a desk, Will would have been sure he was in an adult’s designer bedroom or something. Several candles were already lit all around the room, providing a warm golden glow over everything.
“Yes I decorated this myself, yes I watch decorating shows, and I swear to God if you tell anyone I will find some way to hurt you,” Warren commented behind him, and Will smothered a laugh. Warren’s hands moved in front of him, flicking out a tongue of flame and lighting the candle in his hand. Moving them both towards the bed, Warren placed the candle gently on the bedside table and turned Will to face him.
“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to get you here?” he asked him. Will could only shrug as Warren wrapped his hands around his waist. And then his lips around his. That was all Will needed, and he responded eagerly, melting into Warren’s kiss, feeling like he had always wanted this.
Warren’s hands moved up, tugging up Will’s shirt, running his hot hands along Will’s naked back. Will moved his arms to help Warren get the shirt over his head, resenting even the brief second it took to get over his head, interrupting the kiss. When Will began to run his own hands over Warren’s muscles through his shirt, he heard an impatient growl from Warren.
“Fuck, just rip it off!” Warren snapped; his gentle caresses over Will’s shoulders and spine belying the heat in his words. Will, nothing loath, reduced the t-shirt to shreds in one tug. Warren’s hands were tracing strange symbols on his back, giving Will goosebumps and a hard-on at the same time.
“Shoes off,” Warren growled, his hands trailing lower, grabbing Will’s ass and grinding him against him. Will was quite grateful he was wearing sandals and kicked them off quickly. Once Warren heard the shoes thump on the floor, he leaned Will down on the bed and laid him out. Will sighed in contentment as Warren crawled up next to him, one hand trailing down to Will’s waist.
“You look a little… confined there Stronghold,” Warren said with a bit of a chuckle, and unbuttoned and unzipped Will’s jeans. Will could feel his cock spring to attention in his briefs as Warren’s hand torturously moved back up onto his stomach.
“Say something. Anything,” Warren whispered in an almost pleading tone. Will arched into Warren touch, almost mindless with pleasure and rigid with anticipation and lust. He wanted, needed, Warren to go farther, but he had been completely silent for these last two weeks, and wasn’t sure if he could say anything. Gasping, he finally swallowed as Warren’s hand made gentle circles on his stomach, drifting lower and lower, but just not low enough… If he could just tell him…
“Yours,” Will managed to breathe, opening his eyes to see Warren watching him with surprise.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m… yours,” Will gasped out. Warren smiled brilliantly, and his hand slid home, easing under the band of Will’s briefs to encircle his cock. Will wanted to close his eyes again to focus on the feelings, but he had to see Warren’s reaction. Warren’s eyebrows shot up in surprise when he felt Will’s size, and Will felt himself smiling shyly.
“Very nice,” Warren purred, and began to stroke. Will’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head at Warren’s touch, so hot, so different from his own, seeming to know more about what Will wanted than he did himself.
“Want you, love you, want this… yes, yes…” Will breathed, his eyes half-open as Warren shifted around the side. The dam broke, Will found he could talk, at least a little.
“More, I want all of you, I want everything,” Warren murmured, and with a jerk, had pulled off Will’s underwear and jeans with practiced ease. Before Will could even react to that, Warren had gone back to stroking him, nudging his legs apart so Warren could lie between them. Will simply whimpered, not exactly sure what was going to happen next, but perfectly content that it was going to be good.
“Please… please…” Will whispered, stretching out to run the tips of his fingers through Warren’s soft hair. Warren leaned over him, dangerously close to his groin, and Will’s eyes widened when he realized what was going to happen.
“Fucking beautiful… gifted. So strong…” Warren said, one hand still clutched around the base of Will’s cock, the other stroking upward, lavishing attention around the head. “Don’t move, whatever you do.”
Move? I can’t even think, move, is he insane? Will thought vaguely. Then Warren fell forward, his longish hair concealing his actions, but there was no doubt of the result. His hot, wet mouth closed over the end of Will’s cock, burning tongue caressing all around, tracing ridges and veins, before dipping lower and lower.
Will would have cum immediately at the sensation, but he realized the grip on the base of his cock was delaying his pleasure from erupting. Sweet agony was building in his balls, and he could see how Warren didn’t want him to move. Strong as he was, he could have knocked all of Warren’s teeth out with an inadvertent thrusting of his hips. And that simply wouldn’t do at all.
“Warren… Warren… please, want to cum,” Will panted. Warren chuckled deep in his throat, and Will keened when the vibrations traveled up his cock. It took every ounce of what little control Will had to not let himself go right there, and then when Warren went even deeper and began to bob his head, even that was shattered. No force on Earth could stop Will’s strength when he let go, and Will could only warn Warren with a high-pitched scream when he exploded.
Will could feel the muscles in Warren’s throat work as pulse after pulse shot out of him, and it was whole minutes before he had come down from his sexual high. When he could see again, Warren was laying beside him, looking supremely pleased with himself, Will’s head cradled in his arms against that hot, smooth chest. When Will stirred, Warren looked down at him, and Will smiled lazily. Trailing his gaze down, he saw there was still a mighty impressive bulge in Warren’s jeans, and curiosity caused him to begin to trail a hand down Warren’s chest and stomach.
“What’re you doing?” Warren whispered.
“I want to see you… all of you,” Will whispered back, blushing a little, but feeling pleasure still surging through his blood. Maybe he didn’t know as much as Warren about this, but he sure as hell wanted to try.
“All you had to do was ask,” Warren said, sounding a little shaky himself, and slid his own hand down to unbutton his jeans. He took Will’s hand and placed it on the zipper, and slowly dragged it down. Will’s hands got a little bolder, folding back the jeans and gently touching Warren’s silk-covered cock. It was incredibly hot and hard, jerking slightly under his hand, as Will watched with fascination.
“Go on, it’s ok,” Warren said huskily, running his hand through Will’s hair. Biting his lip slightly, Will gently nudged aside the vent in the boxers and slid his hand in, for the first time touching another boy’s cock. Silky smooth, red hot, rock hard, were his first impressions as he slowly put his hand around Warren’s member and pulled it free.
Will could only stare in fascination at first, his fingers slowly beginning to trace over it, circling around the head and trailing down the shaft. Warren hissed, and Will turned to look up at him, seeing Warren’s eyes closed and jaw set.
“Warren?” Will asked uncertainly.
“If you don’t keep going, I’m going to have to do something drastic,” Warren warned without opening his eyes, and smiled just a little bit. A spirit of mischief came over Will, and he gently rubbed over the tip of Warren’s cock in a teasing gesture, withdrawing his hand.
“Like what?” Will asked.
“This,” Warren growled, and sat up suddenly. Will was surprised when Warren grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, giving him a gentle push forward so he was on all fours on the bed. Then Warren shucked his jeans in a trice and pressed himself up behind Will, teasing him with the feel of that hard, hot cock on the back of his thighs. It was a terribly undignified position, but Will didn’t care. He suddenly wanted that cock, wanted it in his body, and he didn’t care how.
“Please…” Will whimpered, and let out faint, breathy cries when Warren snaked a hand around to stroke his own cock.
“Damn, you’re ready fast,” Warren said, sounding surprised.
“Powers… endurance,” Will managed to gasp out as Warren’s hand gently withdrew to brace themselves on his back.
“Oh… I can have some fun with this,” Warren said wickedly. One of Warren’s hands left his flesh, and Will heard some faint rustling somewhere behind him. Warren gently stroked down Will’s back, searing a path down his spine, then caressed his ass, hot hands stroking in small circles as Will pushed back into his touch, not caring what it looked like.
Warren chuckled and leaned forward a bit, going back to stroking Will fast and hard, reducing Will to panting breaths as he concentrated on that hot touch. When Warren’s other hand, coated with something slippery and cool, began to circle around his anus, then suddenly plunged in, Will didn’t even care. Everything felt great at that point, and having Warren’s burning fingers circling and twisting in his ass was just one more pleasure.
“You ok?” Warren asked, slowing down his stroking, letting Will concentrate on the unusual sensation of Warren’s fingers.
“Yeah… more…” Will got out, head hanging forward. Warren’s fingers pushed further into him, adding a third as his other hand finally left Will’s aching cock. Will whimpered, but when Warren stretched out his ensheathed fingers and caressed against a particularly sensitive spot deep within Will’s body, he screamed. Pleasure seared and boiled along his nerves, and his vision went white for a second at the sensation. When he finally came to, Will found he had collapsed on his forearms, ass in the air, Warren’s fingers still buried inside him.
Warren chuckled again and leaned forward a bit to press his own cock against Will’s thighs again, revving him up again. Taking a few deep breaths, Will slowly raised himself up.
“In me, now!” Will yelled, patience completely at an end. Warren had obviously been waiting for Will to break, and in a single swift motion withdrew his fingers and buried himself completely in Will’s ass. That burning hot cock hit well inside Will again, and he screamed his appreciation into the mattress as he collapsed again. Warren was lying on top of Will’s back, panting a little as he got his equilibrium back.
“Holy fuck, Stronghold,” Warren breathed in his ear, levering himself up.
“Please…” Will whimpered, not even sure what he was asking for. The hot sensation within him was a torment, too good to last. The long, hot, hardness was filling him up, making him feel complete, but he was still trembling inside.
“Got you, it’s ok,” Warren murmured, trailing one hand around Will’s ribs to brush over his nipples. Then Warren’s hands stopped suddenly and Will groaned in frustration.
“Uh… Stronghold? Look down,” Warren said, clutching Will’s shoulders. Will slowly rolled his eyes open, and realized they were floating several feet off the bed.
“Do you want to fly?” Warren whispered in his ear, punctuating his question with a short thrust into Will’s body. Will’s mouth opened in a silent scream and he surged upward. God, that felt great…
“Window,” Warren gasped a little, one hand trailing down Will’s chest to lazily drift over his stomach. It took most of Will’s control to not just smash straight through the wall, throwing open the window instead and soaring up into the night sky. As they quickly gained altitude, Warren seemed to get his equilibrium back, one arm wrapped firmly around Will’s shoulder and neck, the other on his stomach. Will began to gasp and scream as Warren’s hips began to move, thrusting that hot cock into his body over and over again, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves within him every few strokes.
Warren’s other hand slid lower and closed around Will’s own member, stroking in time with his thrusts, causing Will to surge up with every building of sensation. Warren fastened his mouth onto Will’s neck, sucking and licking; his hot tongue driving Will to new heights.
“Yeah… yeah… you’re so good Will,” Warren gasped as Maxville fell away into a pattern of sparkling lights from below. At the sound of Warren saying his name, Will cried out into the cool air, clenching hard on Warren. A strangled scream behind him might have been his name, or it might not have, but Warren suddenly squeezed him hard and lunged in, his cock throbbing and burning before erupting in a volcanic orgasm. Will fell from the heavens at the sensation of Warren releasing inside him, his own cock finally erupting as the two spun and fell, mating on the wing like eagles.
“God… Will…!” Warren nearly howled in his ear as Will’s super-strong body wrung his orgasm out to nearly painful lengths, the pleasure so great that he didn’t even notice the ground, only gasping when Will leveled out an instant before impact, hurtling back into Warren’s house. The feel of Warren pulsing within him was fantastic, and Will didn’t want it to end.
Warren withdrew very gently as Will finally grounded them, and Will physically ached to have him back again. Turning around and reaching for him, Warren folded him into his arms and lay them both down on the bed, occasionally kissing him, but mostly just enjoying the closeness that came from clutching Will’s trembling and naked body to his. Warren’s arms around him made him feel safe, protected, comfortable, and Will knew he had found his true love here tonight.
“So,” Warren asked after a very long several minutes. “Are you ever going to tell me to stop?”
“No,” Will told him simply, and turned to bury himself in Warren’s kiss.
“Good.”
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