Stop - Chapter 2 Morning After
Title: Stop, Chapter 2, The Morning After
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Sky High
Characters/Pairing: Warren/Will
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,649
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: The morning after their first night together, Warren has some time for reflection... and a lot more.
It was the light that woke Warren the next morning. The brilliant sunlight smacked right into his eyes and made him groan and roll over, only to find his arms already around his boyfriend. He smiled broadly to Will’s naked back, and slipped the sheets down a little to let the morning light illuminate them both a bit better.
Damn, Warren thought idly, running his hand down Will’s back, ass, and legs. He knew he was grinning like an idiot, but didn’t really care. Will had to be the best person he had ever been with, and if Will ever knew about all of Warren’s previous partners, he might have felt a little inadequate.
Whatever, they can’t hold a candle to him. Will didn’t have Tabitha or Kenny’s dramatic coloring, Keith’s sense of style, Irene or Steven’s sculpted figures, or Aaron’s amazing eyes. He didn’t have Paul, Jake, or Sonya’s sense of sexual adventure, that was for certain, or any of the spontaneous vivacity of Kim. But he also wasn’t neurotic, needy, greedy, unnecessarily and pointlessly bizarre, or any of that.
With quirks of genetics and a devotion to exercise, Warren knew that he had the face and body to lure nearly anyone he wanted to his bed. He didn’t have to though; people practically flung themselves in his path. Determined to break through his bad-boy persona, or determined to prove they could match it, he must have had flings with half the freaks and creeps at Sky High, and a quarter of those in Maxville. Flings were all they were, just sexual and romantic experiments to see what he liked.
At least he had been up front about what he wanted. Some of them had been somewhat ruthless in their pursuit and he had had to get a little mean with a few of them. But unfortunately he had gotten quite a lot of weirdos in his bed. Or their bed. People who insisted on the strangest kinks, thinking they could show him something new and he’d fall in love with them. Needy people who thought proof of psychotically loving devotion was the key to his heart. People who thought if they could be just as tough and butch as he, that he would take them above all others.
Well, it had been an interesting series of experiments, that was for sure. Warren was now certain he didn’t want someone to challenge him or overpower him. He had no real strong desire to be overwhelmed or negated. Nor did he want someone who was clingy and needed his constant reassurance about every little thing. He didn’t want somebody to try to “out bad-boy” him; he didn’t want a clone or evil twin. He wanted someone who wanted him, Warren Peace, not “Baron Battle’s son.” He wanted someone who wouldn’t mind him calling some of the shots, but still was in it because he wanted to, not because he was terrified of Warren and was addicted to the fear.
And he didn’t care of this person was a guy or a girl, if they would just be perfect. Greedy much? his mind had asked him conversationally. Hell yes I’m greedy. I don’t want someone that’s scared of me or thinks they have to be cooler than me just to fit in. I want someone who wants my love and my body and is willing to fucking respect that!
And Will… was perfect. It wasn’t like he had been mooning over the kid. Will hadn’t been The One Person He Couldn’t Have because he had been dating Layla. Will hadn’t even really popped up on Warren’s radar of potential sex partners. Will had been, as far as Warren had been aware, happily into puppy love with his long-term best friend/girlfriend for a whole year, ever since last Homecoming. Yeah, he had pretty much figured out that Will and Layla hadn’t done each other yet, but he mostly figured that was family pressure rather than lack of hormones. With the Commander and Jetstream for parents, that was as potent a chastity belt as anything you could buy.
But when Layla had pulled him aside for a serious and very private conversation a couple of weeks ago, Warren had suddenly gotten a terrible idea.
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“Warren, I… I really need to ask you a favor. But it’s really, really embarrassing and awkward so you have to promise not to tell anyone,” she had said forcefully.
“Like I talk to anyone,” he had pointed out.
“It’s about Will…” she had started. “I mean, I think things are going ok, but he’s just really awkward sometimes. We’ve… we’ve been kissing and… some other stuff, but Will’s really not that comfortable with… things. I… I know you’ve had some other girlfriends and… could you maybe kind of… er… give Will a few tips on… you know… stuff?”
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It had taken a lot of self-control not to laugh right in Layla’s face. God, could things be any more awkward right now? All is apparently not going Happily Ever After.
A mental review of the Super Couple’s behavior in the light of the new information gave a whole new meaning to what he had been dismissing as “puppy love” and “first romance jitters.” Will doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing and he’s not comfortable… And if after a year he can’t figure it out, that’s not just a lack of knowledge, that’s a lack of a whole hell of a lot other things.
And Layla had thrown everything into Warren’s lap, begging him to make it better. Warren had done a very silly little mental jig at the opportunity he had been given. He supposed it was some latent influence from his father that he was trying to swipe Layla’s boyfriend out from under her, but if they hadn’t managed to figure out something in a whole damn year, then he was sure going to make his move.
And if Will ended up not liking it… Well, Warren would be able to find some way to laugh it off, give him some actual tips, get him back together with Layla, and not let any hurt show. He was good at that by now.
But God, Will! He had been so sweet, so pliant, so willing to let Warren take charge of that first kiss. He had been only a little confused, but intrigued. He hadn’t been frightened or intimidated of Warren, but willing to let him kiss him, knowing, if only in the back of his mind, that he could stop this at any time. And when Warren had brought him off with only a kiss…
Jesus… After Warren caught the bus home, he had spent half the night in bed, hand around his cock, fantasizing about Will. He’d never had anyone like him. And he was so pure and good, a lot of things Warren wasn’t, but still ready and willing to be Warren’s friend… and now more? He wasn’t trying to be anything he wasn’t; he could be Will and still be with Warren. God, did he dare hope that much?
He came clean the next day, not wanting any taint of Layla’s last-ditch attempts at manipulation to poison their burgeoning relationship. Well, ok, it hadn’t exactly warranted the description “relationship” after one long make-out session, but that was beside the point. Warren didn’t want Will to have any reason to doubt his sincerity, definitely not since he wanted to be Will’s first. First guy, first lover, first love.
Warren was almost certain he had fallen for Will Stronghold on the second day, right after he had crassly said he only wanted to get Will in bed. Dammit, it wasn’t like him to utter mushy endearments, but even as he had been muttering blatant seductions and watching Will’s body push itself over the edge with Warren’s faint touch alone, he had been thinking, Christ, I think I’m in love.
Yeah, I was shooting for the moon, and I knew it, Warren thought, bringing his hand back up Will’s thigh.
But he hadn’t had to settle for the stars, oh no. Not when Will broke up with Layla that afternoon. The news had been all over the school by the time the first bus touched down the next morning, and Warren had to furiously bring himself off in the most remote bathroom he could find before he could get anywhere close to Will. Otherwise he’d grab Stronghold, throw him up against the lockers and fuck his damn brains out right in front of half the school.
No, Will hadn’t said anything to him directly. Or, at all, in fact, but the simple action of breaking up with Layla had been a huge step for Will. The fact that Will had sprung from Warren’s naughty little ear stunt in the hall had been proof enough that Warren had Will’s complete attention.
Warren had also totally loved the fact that Will hadn’t gone around blatantly saying he was now going out with Warren Peace. Some of Warren’s other partners had considered sleeping with him a kind of coup, something Warren had nipped in the bud early on. He also hadn’t gone all mushy, draping himself over Warren or clinging to him at every opportunity. As a matter of fact, other than their make-out sessions, no one would have known they were going out at all.
It made a hell of a nice switch; to just be able to be a normal friend with Will, instead of going through the initial painful social dance of new lovers. Granted, Warren would have liked the leeway to occasionally kiss Will in the hallway or after a Save the Citizen victory, but he kept his cool.
Will was also probably feeling awkward about the fact he was going out with a guy. People were a lot more tolerant these days, and no one would dare even sneer at the two of them for fear of their lives, but Will was understandably a bit uneasy about coming out of the closet.
Besides, how did you break the news to your All-American superhero father that you wanted to make sweet monkey love to his archenemy’s son? At least Warren’s dad was safely behind bars and a nutcase to boot. The Commander might hit the roof, break it, and send it into orbit. Or just kill Warren. They could postpone that day without any objections from Warren at all.
After two weeks, Warren had been totally unable to stand the slow pace anymore. He wanted more out of this, more out of Will. He wanted to show Will exactly how he felt, with hands, lips, and the rest of his body. Will was inexperienced as hell; how was he supposed to know when and how far things were to go? Warren had taken this as slow as he dared, but he really, really needed to take it up a bit. So Warren made his request for less clothes, Will had complied, and Warren had damn near lost all control when he had caught sight of him on Friday.
It was that aura of boyish innocence combined with the lean, flat muscles of his super-strength, the lust in his eyes along with the tousled hair from gym class… God, if he hadn’t had the kind of experience he’d had, he would have just bent Will over the benches and done him right there.
No… no, Will’s younger, you’re practically cradle-robbing as it is. Go slow, go easy, let him do this at his own pace, show him what feels good… he had told himself, and dug deep for control to show Will new limits of pleasure. Will hadn’t known the half of it, but it had been insanely good for Warren despite all Will’s inexperience. He cared for Warren, even if he hadn’t said a damn thing, and Warren actually came without even having anyone touching his cock for the first time in a long while.
He had nearly lost it right then, and found himself telling Will he loved him, his hands moving without conscious thought, wanting to crush them together, to be completely one, whole…
Warren wasn’t sure how he had found the scrap of rationality that let him delay long enough to set up something private, but he was damn glad he did. For a virgin, Will had been so fantastic Warren had nearly forgotten his own name at one point last night. He had actually talked and told Warren he loved him, and shown him something he hadn’t ever experienced before. Flying while making love had been a totally new feeling, something Warren wanted to repeat several hundred more times.
Mine, Warren thought possessively, his hand gripped firmly on Will’s ass. You said you were mine, and I’m going to take you up on that. Mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine! He wanted to brand him, to burn his handprint into Will’s ass and tattoo “Property of Warren Peace, do not touch” right above it. It freaked him out a little, because he hadn’t felt that strongly about anyone before. Not his first lover, not his best lover until yesterday, no one. Will accepted him, turned him on, was turned on by him, was friends with him, and didn’t ask him to change or try to change himself to accommodate Warren.
Fucking perfect, Warren thought, reaching down to kiss the center of Will’s spine, and then trailing his tongue up Will’s back.
“Mrph,” Will muttered slightly, his back curving up into Warren’s mouth.
“Like?” Warren murmured.
“Mrph,” he grunted in agreement, his body relaxing under Warren’s touch.
Chortling quietly, he kissed up Will’s spine, over to the side of his neck, and snuck another hand down to his ass and goosed it firmly. Will snapped upright on the bed; Warren ducked out of the way at the last possible moment to avoid having his face broken, and now had full access to Will’s body. He returned to deeply kissing Will’s neck, one hand caressing his stomach, and the other massaging his ass, now perched on Warren’s lap.
“Oh…” Will groaned, lolling his head to the side as he let Warren’s hot mouth suck and nibble at his neck, shooting pleasure straight to his groin.
“Good… morning?” Will gasped out, reaching one hand behind to tangle in Warren’s hair.
“Hey,” Warren breathed before returning to his elaborate tantalizing.
“Wow, I… Uh…” Will said vaguely, trying to figure out the best way to feel both of Warren’s hands at once, sliding back and forth on his lap. The action had Warren hard in no time, and Will groaned deep in his chest.
“You were fucking fantastic last night,” Warren whispered, dropping one hand lower, from Will’s stomach to his cock, already iron hard and ready for him. Warren breathed harshly when he realized how hot Will was for him and had to pull back and look Will in the face.
“I… it was… I mean you were, it was my first-,” Will started.
“Yeah, I know,” Warren pointed out, taking his other hand away from Will’s ass to grope on the nightstand for the tube he’d thrown there last night…
“It was just… wow…” Will said in tones of awe, watching Warren’s reaction.
“Just wow? I can do more than wow,” Warren mock-growled, moving around to face Will squarely, both of them now on their knees, him stroking Will firmly.
Will dragged his eyes down, watching Warren’s hand in action. Warren was more than glad to play to Will’s fascinated gaze, and slowed down his strokes. Will had a damn fine cock, more than big enough to fill Warren’s broad palm, long enough for satisfying strokes, and hard as steel in his hand. Warren’s own cock seemed to twitch right alongside Will’s, more slender but longer, nearly glowing with his intense body heat.
“Like?” Warren demanded, leaning in a bit. Will could only nod, one hand suddenly drifting up and out, settling gently on Warren’s waist, drifting down just the tiniest bit.
Warren sped up his hand a little, watched Will’s pupils dilate sharply. Repressing a groan, he suddenly stilled his hand and crushed Will to him, their two cocks pulsing alongside each other. Will gasped in surprise, and suddenly released, spurts of musky fluid spattering both of their stomachs.
“You’re so easy,” Warren said, holding onto control hard, not easy considering how excited he was right now. He considered himself to have good endurance, but Will was a damn sexual machine gun. If he let himself go every time Will did, he’d never get through the day.
“Just for you,” Will panted, and Warren tightened his arms around him, crushing their lips together, ignoring the sticky feel of the semen between them. Just for me, oh shit… Warren thought, his mind (and everything else) red-hot with wanting. Will’s arms didn’t seem to want to let go, and Warren found himself involuntarily thrusting into Will in his need.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, and moved one hand down to caress Will’s ass. Will’s knees seemed to automatically drift apart under his questing fingers to give him easier access, and Warren had to stop to haul himself back from the edge again.
“I didn’t think I was perfect,” Will said, looking up at him, his arms slowly relaxing enough to let Warren move again.
“Just to me,” Warren said. Will smiled at him, a smile of goofy happiness. “And if you ever tell anyone I said that, I’ll hurt you,” he added.
Will snickered a little, but his grin didn’t abate in the least. Warren leaned over to complete his quest on the nightstand, and also grabbed tissues to clean them both off. Cleansed, Warren eased behind Will, reaching his hands around to have his hot thumbs circle Will’s nipples, pressing hard into Will’s ass, but not entering him yet.
“I’ve never flown like that before,” Warren confessed, breathing in Will’s ear.
“Wanna do it again?” Will asked quickly, and very eagerly. Warren laughed, and pointed at the bright window, the sunlight barely deflected by the shades.
“Only if you want half of Maxville to see us,” he pointed out.
“I fly very fast,” Will argued, shoving back a little. Warren hissed in appreciation, but didn’t relent.
“I’d hate to have your mom accidentally catch us. Could be a little awkward,” Warren said, and Will’s back stiffened as he considered that point. “Unless you want your parents to know.”
“Um… probably not like that. Or well… my dad…” Will hesitated and trailed off. Warren had met Will’s parents a couple of times, and it had been a very tense meeting each time. He didn’t blame the Commander and Jetstream for putting his dad in jail; his dad had been a certified psychopath by that time, but old resentment and pain were hard to get over. Generally, whenever Warren came over, he just said hello and then stayed out of their sight for the rest of the time.
“Yeah, your dad. I get it,” Warren said, biting Will lightly on the neck. “Really.”
“It’s not like I’m embarrassed about you or anything!” Will said hotly, turning in Warren’s grasp.
Damn he’s cute when he’s indignant, Warren thought distractedly.
“It’s just that your dad could take me apart, and really it’s not worth the headache,” Warren filled in after a second. Yeah, Will was also understandably reluctant about announcing he now had a boyfriend, as opposed to a girlfriend, but Warren wasn’t going to force the issue. He hated that when other people had done that to him.
Will flushed and hung his head a bit, and Warren slipped around behind him again, finally grabbing the tube of lube and putting a liberal amount on one hand.
“Hey, I don’t care if you want to keep this Mission: Impossible or dress up in rainbow plaid and shout the fact you have a flaming boyfriend from the roof of the school,” Warren murmured, kissing down the side of Will’s neck, stroking one slick finger along the crack of Will’s ass.
“Oh, um… yeah…” Will said, distracted by Warren’s ministrations. “I mean… can we keep this- oh!” he gasped as Warren’s fingers languidly circled the entrance to his body. Figuring this was important, Warren stilled his hand for a second, enough for Will to remain coherent enough to speak his piece.
“Keep this like we have been,” Will picked up quickly, guessing Warren would only get back to what he was doing if he talked. “If something happens, I’ll figure out how to explain it then.”
“Good enough for me,” Warren said, and swirled his fingers inside Will’s body. Will hissed and moaned under Warren’s touch, and Warren was smiling fiercely. “Don’t feel like I’m pressuring you or anything now.”
“Uh… oh… I think… want…” he moaned in semi-incoherence in time with Warren’s twisting fingers.
“Want what?” Warren breathed into his ear.
“More.”
“More what?”
Will suddenly tightened his body Warren’s fingers, hard, and Warren hissed sharply.
“More… pressure,” he got out, the back of his neck flushing painfully red.
You little sneaky bastard, Warren thought with admiration. He pulled his fingers out and Will whimpered.
“Shh… it’s ok,” Warren said soothingly, and sat himself back against the headboard, cock standing at attention. “Come on,” he gestured, as Will looked back over his shoulder. Slowly he drew Will back, helping him ease himself up, and then down…
“Yes…” Warren hissed, as Will’s body slowly closed in over his cock, all the way down to the base as he found himself cradled in Warren’s lap.
“Warren!” Will gasped as he felt the heated length of Warren’s shaft twitching inside him. The different angle made Warren hit whole new places inside Will’s body, and he clamped his hands on Will’s hips, warning him to hold still while they adjusted.
“Wow, oh wow, that…” Will gulped and pushed down a little and Warren groaned into his ear.
“Slow down turbo, not everyone around here has super endurance,” Warren said. Will stilled himself and forcibly relaxed, leaning back against Warren’s chest, his legs effortlessly supporting himself at the slightly odd angle. Warren’s breathing slowed as he calmed himself down, lifting one hand off of Will’s hips to begin to stroke his boyfriend’s cock, taking the edge off of his desire.
“This feels… feels… so good,” Will said slowly, fitting his words around Warren’s strokes. Warren smiled into Will’s hair, and tilted his head down to flick his tongue along Will’s ear again. Will tightened himself around Warren’s cock and Warren shivered in hard-suppressed lust.
“You don’t know how many times over the last couple of weeks I’ve had to keep myself from just fucking you senseless in the halls,” Warren whispered, taking his other hand up to gently run along the side of Will’s face, a touch as intimate, in a different way, than their very visceral connection farther south.
“Woulda… got us… expelled… but… mighta been… worth it…” Will said slowly. He involuntarily tried to rock back into Warren, but Warren stopped his stroking hand in warning.
“We have all day and most of tomorrow. Let’s go slow for once,” Warren warned, and Will stopped moving instantly, and Warren resumed his rhythm. Gently, very gently as to not set himself off, he rocked ever so slightly into Will, one hand stroking Will’s cock more vigorously, and the other delicately stroking across his cheek. The three disparate sensations were making Will spiral tighter and tighter, and Warren knew he didn’t have long before he came.
His hand on Will’s face traced around his lips idly, lips swollen from their earlier kissing. To his surprise, he suddenly found his fingertips captured by surprisingly gentle lips and teeth. Intrigued, Warren relaxed his hand a bit, and Will began to suck gently on his fingertips.
“Oh holy God…” Warren gasped, another shot of lust arcing through him. Encouraged, he felt Will take more and more of his fingers into his mouth, awkward in his technique but very enthusiastic in his attempt. Will couldn’t exactly turn around and ask Warren if he liked this, but he made a vague interrogative noise in the back of his throat, sandwiched somewhere between the moans from Warren’s suddenly fast stroking.
“Yes, yes, use your tongue, yeah, that’s good,” Warren whispered, as his boyfriend wrapped his tongue around Warren’s fingers and sucked hard. It wasn’t just the implications of this impromptu practice run that had Warren particularly hot and bothered; Warren had sensitive hands from all the extra nerves that conducted his fire. Will almost might as well have had his mouth around Warren’s cock for the pleasure it gave him. Only a couple of his previous partners had figured out his weak spot, and here Will had it pegged so soon into their relationship.
“Fuck yes… yes!” Warren cried, and felt heat flash through him in a rising wave, uncontrollable, feeling his orgasm from his toes as he arched and released, spurting hard into Will’s tight ass, and, to his sudden horror, felt his fire flare out from his hands on Will’s cock and in his mouth. He hadn’t lost control like that for years, and felt his shout of ecstasy turning into a gasp of fear as he tried to rip his hands away, to keep from hurting Will further.
But Will clamped his own hands over Warren’s, keeping them in place, totally ignoring the flames, suddenly bucking wildly under Warren’s touch. Shocked, Warren couldn’t pull away from Will’s strength, and couldn’t help but feel the incredible sensation of Will’s cock shooting in endless pulses under his fiery grip.
“Warren, God Warren, what was that?” Will gasped as he finally relaxed, twining Warren’s still afire hands with his own across his chest. “That was incredible…”
“Uh Stronghold? I’m on fire,” Warren said blandly, entirely bemused. By the slack angle of Will’s head, Warren guessed he had had his eyes closed for the whole thing. Will straightened a bit and looked down at Warren’s hands, merrily crackling away.
“Huh,” Will said after a minute. “Fire.”
“Yes, fire dipshit!” Warren snapped, suddenly irritated beyond all reason. Here he was afraid he had managed to scar Will for life, if not kill him, and now Stronghold was just treating it so casually it made him want to smack him upside the head.
Will started to snicker, then laugh, and then howl. Warren finally joined in a few minutes later, his fire finally retreating. It was funny now, though Warren was still experiencing a faint backlash of fear. When he’d first started having sex, he’d had to be so very careful about where he put his hands to avoid hurting anyone, and even with the one cryokinetic lover he’d had, there were still limits. But Will apparently was freaking fireproof!
I just knew he was perfect, he thought in a kind of euphoria.
“So, you like it hot, huh?” Warren commented. Will laughed again, freely and brightly, and kissed the tips of Warren’s fingers.
“Yeah, I guess I do. That really, really felt good,” he said happily. He lolled his head back, and Warren could see a silly, sloppy grin on his face.
“Fireproof and you like getting burned? Fucking-A,” Warren said, setting Will laughing again. Warren kissed him quickly, and reluctantly let him up from his lap. Will gave a faint cry of disappointment as Warren pulled out, but Warren only gave him a lascivious quirk of the eyebrow, reminding him they had almost two whole days together.
“So… what’s next?” Will asked.
“Some freaking breakfast so I have enough energy to fuck you six ways until Sunday,” Warren said matter-of-factly.
“But Sunday’s tomorrow.”
“Then we’d better get started.”
“… It’s going to be more than six times, right?”
“Shut up Stronghold,” Warren said affectionately, and nudged him out the door.
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Stop Chapter 1
Stop Chapter 3: Proof of Love
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Sky High
Characters/Pairing: Warren/Will
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,649
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: The morning after their first night together, Warren has some time for reflection... and a lot more.
It was the light that woke Warren the next morning. The brilliant sunlight smacked right into his eyes and made him groan and roll over, only to find his arms already around his boyfriend. He smiled broadly to Will’s naked back, and slipped the sheets down a little to let the morning light illuminate them both a bit better.
Damn, Warren thought idly, running his hand down Will’s back, ass, and legs. He knew he was grinning like an idiot, but didn’t really care. Will had to be the best person he had ever been with, and if Will ever knew about all of Warren’s previous partners, he might have felt a little inadequate.
Whatever, they can’t hold a candle to him. Will didn’t have Tabitha or Kenny’s dramatic coloring, Keith’s sense of style, Irene or Steven’s sculpted figures, or Aaron’s amazing eyes. He didn’t have Paul, Jake, or Sonya’s sense of sexual adventure, that was for certain, or any of the spontaneous vivacity of Kim. But he also wasn’t neurotic, needy, greedy, unnecessarily and pointlessly bizarre, or any of that.
With quirks of genetics and a devotion to exercise, Warren knew that he had the face and body to lure nearly anyone he wanted to his bed. He didn’t have to though; people practically flung themselves in his path. Determined to break through his bad-boy persona, or determined to prove they could match it, he must have had flings with half the freaks and creeps at Sky High, and a quarter of those in Maxville. Flings were all they were, just sexual and romantic experiments to see what he liked.
At least he had been up front about what he wanted. Some of them had been somewhat ruthless in their pursuit and he had had to get a little mean with a few of them. But unfortunately he had gotten quite a lot of weirdos in his bed. Or their bed. People who insisted on the strangest kinks, thinking they could show him something new and he’d fall in love with them. Needy people who thought proof of psychotically loving devotion was the key to his heart. People who thought if they could be just as tough and butch as he, that he would take them above all others.
Well, it had been an interesting series of experiments, that was for sure. Warren was now certain he didn’t want someone to challenge him or overpower him. He had no real strong desire to be overwhelmed or negated. Nor did he want someone who was clingy and needed his constant reassurance about every little thing. He didn’t want somebody to try to “out bad-boy” him; he didn’t want a clone or evil twin. He wanted someone who wanted him, Warren Peace, not “Baron Battle’s son.” He wanted someone who wouldn’t mind him calling some of the shots, but still was in it because he wanted to, not because he was terrified of Warren and was addicted to the fear.
And he didn’t care of this person was a guy or a girl, if they would just be perfect. Greedy much? his mind had asked him conversationally. Hell yes I’m greedy. I don’t want someone that’s scared of me or thinks they have to be cooler than me just to fit in. I want someone who wants my love and my body and is willing to fucking respect that!
And Will… was perfect. It wasn’t like he had been mooning over the kid. Will hadn’t been The One Person He Couldn’t Have because he had been dating Layla. Will hadn’t even really popped up on Warren’s radar of potential sex partners. Will had been, as far as Warren had been aware, happily into puppy love with his long-term best friend/girlfriend for a whole year, ever since last Homecoming. Yeah, he had pretty much figured out that Will and Layla hadn’t done each other yet, but he mostly figured that was family pressure rather than lack of hormones. With the Commander and Jetstream for parents, that was as potent a chastity belt as anything you could buy.
But when Layla had pulled him aside for a serious and very private conversation a couple of weeks ago, Warren had suddenly gotten a terrible idea.
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“Warren, I… I really need to ask you a favor. But it’s really, really embarrassing and awkward so you have to promise not to tell anyone,” she had said forcefully.
“Like I talk to anyone,” he had pointed out.
“It’s about Will…” she had started. “I mean, I think things are going ok, but he’s just really awkward sometimes. We’ve… we’ve been kissing and… some other stuff, but Will’s really not that comfortable with… things. I… I know you’ve had some other girlfriends and… could you maybe kind of… er… give Will a few tips on… you know… stuff?”
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It had taken a lot of self-control not to laugh right in Layla’s face. God, could things be any more awkward right now? All is apparently not going Happily Ever After.
A mental review of the Super Couple’s behavior in the light of the new information gave a whole new meaning to what he had been dismissing as “puppy love” and “first romance jitters.” Will doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing and he’s not comfortable… And if after a year he can’t figure it out, that’s not just a lack of knowledge, that’s a lack of a whole hell of a lot other things.
And Layla had thrown everything into Warren’s lap, begging him to make it better. Warren had done a very silly little mental jig at the opportunity he had been given. He supposed it was some latent influence from his father that he was trying to swipe Layla’s boyfriend out from under her, but if they hadn’t managed to figure out something in a whole damn year, then he was sure going to make his move.
And if Will ended up not liking it… Well, Warren would be able to find some way to laugh it off, give him some actual tips, get him back together with Layla, and not let any hurt show. He was good at that by now.
But God, Will! He had been so sweet, so pliant, so willing to let Warren take charge of that first kiss. He had been only a little confused, but intrigued. He hadn’t been frightened or intimidated of Warren, but willing to let him kiss him, knowing, if only in the back of his mind, that he could stop this at any time. And when Warren had brought him off with only a kiss…
Jesus… After Warren caught the bus home, he had spent half the night in bed, hand around his cock, fantasizing about Will. He’d never had anyone like him. And he was so pure and good, a lot of things Warren wasn’t, but still ready and willing to be Warren’s friend… and now more? He wasn’t trying to be anything he wasn’t; he could be Will and still be with Warren. God, did he dare hope that much?
He came clean the next day, not wanting any taint of Layla’s last-ditch attempts at manipulation to poison their burgeoning relationship. Well, ok, it hadn’t exactly warranted the description “relationship” after one long make-out session, but that was beside the point. Warren didn’t want Will to have any reason to doubt his sincerity, definitely not since he wanted to be Will’s first. First guy, first lover, first love.
Warren was almost certain he had fallen for Will Stronghold on the second day, right after he had crassly said he only wanted to get Will in bed. Dammit, it wasn’t like him to utter mushy endearments, but even as he had been muttering blatant seductions and watching Will’s body push itself over the edge with Warren’s faint touch alone, he had been thinking, Christ, I think I’m in love.
Yeah, I was shooting for the moon, and I knew it, Warren thought, bringing his hand back up Will’s thigh.
But he hadn’t had to settle for the stars, oh no. Not when Will broke up with Layla that afternoon. The news had been all over the school by the time the first bus touched down the next morning, and Warren had to furiously bring himself off in the most remote bathroom he could find before he could get anywhere close to Will. Otherwise he’d grab Stronghold, throw him up against the lockers and fuck his damn brains out right in front of half the school.
No, Will hadn’t said anything to him directly. Or, at all, in fact, but the simple action of breaking up with Layla had been a huge step for Will. The fact that Will had sprung from Warren’s naughty little ear stunt in the hall had been proof enough that Warren had Will’s complete attention.
Warren had also totally loved the fact that Will hadn’t gone around blatantly saying he was now going out with Warren Peace. Some of Warren’s other partners had considered sleeping with him a kind of coup, something Warren had nipped in the bud early on. He also hadn’t gone all mushy, draping himself over Warren or clinging to him at every opportunity. As a matter of fact, other than their make-out sessions, no one would have known they were going out at all.
It made a hell of a nice switch; to just be able to be a normal friend with Will, instead of going through the initial painful social dance of new lovers. Granted, Warren would have liked the leeway to occasionally kiss Will in the hallway or after a Save the Citizen victory, but he kept his cool.
Will was also probably feeling awkward about the fact he was going out with a guy. People were a lot more tolerant these days, and no one would dare even sneer at the two of them for fear of their lives, but Will was understandably a bit uneasy about coming out of the closet.
Besides, how did you break the news to your All-American superhero father that you wanted to make sweet monkey love to his archenemy’s son? At least Warren’s dad was safely behind bars and a nutcase to boot. The Commander might hit the roof, break it, and send it into orbit. Or just kill Warren. They could postpone that day without any objections from Warren at all.
After two weeks, Warren had been totally unable to stand the slow pace anymore. He wanted more out of this, more out of Will. He wanted to show Will exactly how he felt, with hands, lips, and the rest of his body. Will was inexperienced as hell; how was he supposed to know when and how far things were to go? Warren had taken this as slow as he dared, but he really, really needed to take it up a bit. So Warren made his request for less clothes, Will had complied, and Warren had damn near lost all control when he had caught sight of him on Friday.
It was that aura of boyish innocence combined with the lean, flat muscles of his super-strength, the lust in his eyes along with the tousled hair from gym class… God, if he hadn’t had the kind of experience he’d had, he would have just bent Will over the benches and done him right there.
No… no, Will’s younger, you’re practically cradle-robbing as it is. Go slow, go easy, let him do this at his own pace, show him what feels good… he had told himself, and dug deep for control to show Will new limits of pleasure. Will hadn’t known the half of it, but it had been insanely good for Warren despite all Will’s inexperience. He cared for Warren, even if he hadn’t said a damn thing, and Warren actually came without even having anyone touching his cock for the first time in a long while.
He had nearly lost it right then, and found himself telling Will he loved him, his hands moving without conscious thought, wanting to crush them together, to be completely one, whole…
Warren wasn’t sure how he had found the scrap of rationality that let him delay long enough to set up something private, but he was damn glad he did. For a virgin, Will had been so fantastic Warren had nearly forgotten his own name at one point last night. He had actually talked and told Warren he loved him, and shown him something he hadn’t ever experienced before. Flying while making love had been a totally new feeling, something Warren wanted to repeat several hundred more times.
Mine, Warren thought possessively, his hand gripped firmly on Will’s ass. You said you were mine, and I’m going to take you up on that. Mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine! He wanted to brand him, to burn his handprint into Will’s ass and tattoo “Property of Warren Peace, do not touch” right above it. It freaked him out a little, because he hadn’t felt that strongly about anyone before. Not his first lover, not his best lover until yesterday, no one. Will accepted him, turned him on, was turned on by him, was friends with him, and didn’t ask him to change or try to change himself to accommodate Warren.
Fucking perfect, Warren thought, reaching down to kiss the center of Will’s spine, and then trailing his tongue up Will’s back.
“Mrph,” Will muttered slightly, his back curving up into Warren’s mouth.
“Like?” Warren murmured.
“Mrph,” he grunted in agreement, his body relaxing under Warren’s touch.
Chortling quietly, he kissed up Will’s spine, over to the side of his neck, and snuck another hand down to his ass and goosed it firmly. Will snapped upright on the bed; Warren ducked out of the way at the last possible moment to avoid having his face broken, and now had full access to Will’s body. He returned to deeply kissing Will’s neck, one hand caressing his stomach, and the other massaging his ass, now perched on Warren’s lap.
“Oh…” Will groaned, lolling his head to the side as he let Warren’s hot mouth suck and nibble at his neck, shooting pleasure straight to his groin.
“Good… morning?” Will gasped out, reaching one hand behind to tangle in Warren’s hair.
“Hey,” Warren breathed before returning to his elaborate tantalizing.
“Wow, I… Uh…” Will said vaguely, trying to figure out the best way to feel both of Warren’s hands at once, sliding back and forth on his lap. The action had Warren hard in no time, and Will groaned deep in his chest.
“You were fucking fantastic last night,” Warren whispered, dropping one hand lower, from Will’s stomach to his cock, already iron hard and ready for him. Warren breathed harshly when he realized how hot Will was for him and had to pull back and look Will in the face.
“I… it was… I mean you were, it was my first-,” Will started.
“Yeah, I know,” Warren pointed out, taking his other hand away from Will’s ass to grope on the nightstand for the tube he’d thrown there last night…
“It was just… wow…” Will said in tones of awe, watching Warren’s reaction.
“Just wow? I can do more than wow,” Warren mock-growled, moving around to face Will squarely, both of them now on their knees, him stroking Will firmly.
Will dragged his eyes down, watching Warren’s hand in action. Warren was more than glad to play to Will’s fascinated gaze, and slowed down his strokes. Will had a damn fine cock, more than big enough to fill Warren’s broad palm, long enough for satisfying strokes, and hard as steel in his hand. Warren’s own cock seemed to twitch right alongside Will’s, more slender but longer, nearly glowing with his intense body heat.
“Like?” Warren demanded, leaning in a bit. Will could only nod, one hand suddenly drifting up and out, settling gently on Warren’s waist, drifting down just the tiniest bit.
Warren sped up his hand a little, watched Will’s pupils dilate sharply. Repressing a groan, he suddenly stilled his hand and crushed Will to him, their two cocks pulsing alongside each other. Will gasped in surprise, and suddenly released, spurts of musky fluid spattering both of their stomachs.
“You’re so easy,” Warren said, holding onto control hard, not easy considering how excited he was right now. He considered himself to have good endurance, but Will was a damn sexual machine gun. If he let himself go every time Will did, he’d never get through the day.
“Just for you,” Will panted, and Warren tightened his arms around him, crushing their lips together, ignoring the sticky feel of the semen between them. Just for me, oh shit… Warren thought, his mind (and everything else) red-hot with wanting. Will’s arms didn’t seem to want to let go, and Warren found himself involuntarily thrusting into Will in his need.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, and moved one hand down to caress Will’s ass. Will’s knees seemed to automatically drift apart under his questing fingers to give him easier access, and Warren had to stop to haul himself back from the edge again.
“I didn’t think I was perfect,” Will said, looking up at him, his arms slowly relaxing enough to let Warren move again.
“Just to me,” Warren said. Will smiled at him, a smile of goofy happiness. “And if you ever tell anyone I said that, I’ll hurt you,” he added.
Will snickered a little, but his grin didn’t abate in the least. Warren leaned over to complete his quest on the nightstand, and also grabbed tissues to clean them both off. Cleansed, Warren eased behind Will, reaching his hands around to have his hot thumbs circle Will’s nipples, pressing hard into Will’s ass, but not entering him yet.
“I’ve never flown like that before,” Warren confessed, breathing in Will’s ear.
“Wanna do it again?” Will asked quickly, and very eagerly. Warren laughed, and pointed at the bright window, the sunlight barely deflected by the shades.
“Only if you want half of Maxville to see us,” he pointed out.
“I fly very fast,” Will argued, shoving back a little. Warren hissed in appreciation, but didn’t relent.
“I’d hate to have your mom accidentally catch us. Could be a little awkward,” Warren said, and Will’s back stiffened as he considered that point. “Unless you want your parents to know.”
“Um… probably not like that. Or well… my dad…” Will hesitated and trailed off. Warren had met Will’s parents a couple of times, and it had been a very tense meeting each time. He didn’t blame the Commander and Jetstream for putting his dad in jail; his dad had been a certified psychopath by that time, but old resentment and pain were hard to get over. Generally, whenever Warren came over, he just said hello and then stayed out of their sight for the rest of the time.
“Yeah, your dad. I get it,” Warren said, biting Will lightly on the neck. “Really.”
“It’s not like I’m embarrassed about you or anything!” Will said hotly, turning in Warren’s grasp.
Damn he’s cute when he’s indignant, Warren thought distractedly.
“It’s just that your dad could take me apart, and really it’s not worth the headache,” Warren filled in after a second. Yeah, Will was also understandably reluctant about announcing he now had a boyfriend, as opposed to a girlfriend, but Warren wasn’t going to force the issue. He hated that when other people had done that to him.
Will flushed and hung his head a bit, and Warren slipped around behind him again, finally grabbing the tube of lube and putting a liberal amount on one hand.
“Hey, I don’t care if you want to keep this Mission: Impossible or dress up in rainbow plaid and shout the fact you have a flaming boyfriend from the roof of the school,” Warren murmured, kissing down the side of Will’s neck, stroking one slick finger along the crack of Will’s ass.
“Oh, um… yeah…” Will said, distracted by Warren’s ministrations. “I mean… can we keep this- oh!” he gasped as Warren’s fingers languidly circled the entrance to his body. Figuring this was important, Warren stilled his hand for a second, enough for Will to remain coherent enough to speak his piece.
“Keep this like we have been,” Will picked up quickly, guessing Warren would only get back to what he was doing if he talked. “If something happens, I’ll figure out how to explain it then.”
“Good enough for me,” Warren said, and swirled his fingers inside Will’s body. Will hissed and moaned under Warren’s touch, and Warren was smiling fiercely. “Don’t feel like I’m pressuring you or anything now.”
“Uh… oh… I think… want…” he moaned in semi-incoherence in time with Warren’s twisting fingers.
“Want what?” Warren breathed into his ear.
“More.”
“More what?”
Will suddenly tightened his body Warren’s fingers, hard, and Warren hissed sharply.
“More… pressure,” he got out, the back of his neck flushing painfully red.
You little sneaky bastard, Warren thought with admiration. He pulled his fingers out and Will whimpered.
“Shh… it’s ok,” Warren said soothingly, and sat himself back against the headboard, cock standing at attention. “Come on,” he gestured, as Will looked back over his shoulder. Slowly he drew Will back, helping him ease himself up, and then down…
“Yes…” Warren hissed, as Will’s body slowly closed in over his cock, all the way down to the base as he found himself cradled in Warren’s lap.
“Warren!” Will gasped as he felt the heated length of Warren’s shaft twitching inside him. The different angle made Warren hit whole new places inside Will’s body, and he clamped his hands on Will’s hips, warning him to hold still while they adjusted.
“Wow, oh wow, that…” Will gulped and pushed down a little and Warren groaned into his ear.
“Slow down turbo, not everyone around here has super endurance,” Warren said. Will stilled himself and forcibly relaxed, leaning back against Warren’s chest, his legs effortlessly supporting himself at the slightly odd angle. Warren’s breathing slowed as he calmed himself down, lifting one hand off of Will’s hips to begin to stroke his boyfriend’s cock, taking the edge off of his desire.
“This feels… feels… so good,” Will said slowly, fitting his words around Warren’s strokes. Warren smiled into Will’s hair, and tilted his head down to flick his tongue along Will’s ear again. Will tightened himself around Warren’s cock and Warren shivered in hard-suppressed lust.
“You don’t know how many times over the last couple of weeks I’ve had to keep myself from just fucking you senseless in the halls,” Warren whispered, taking his other hand up to gently run along the side of Will’s face, a touch as intimate, in a different way, than their very visceral connection farther south.
“Woulda… got us… expelled… but… mighta been… worth it…” Will said slowly. He involuntarily tried to rock back into Warren, but Warren stopped his stroking hand in warning.
“We have all day and most of tomorrow. Let’s go slow for once,” Warren warned, and Will stopped moving instantly, and Warren resumed his rhythm. Gently, very gently as to not set himself off, he rocked ever so slightly into Will, one hand stroking Will’s cock more vigorously, and the other delicately stroking across his cheek. The three disparate sensations were making Will spiral tighter and tighter, and Warren knew he didn’t have long before he came.
His hand on Will’s face traced around his lips idly, lips swollen from their earlier kissing. To his surprise, he suddenly found his fingertips captured by surprisingly gentle lips and teeth. Intrigued, Warren relaxed his hand a bit, and Will began to suck gently on his fingertips.
“Oh holy God…” Warren gasped, another shot of lust arcing through him. Encouraged, he felt Will take more and more of his fingers into his mouth, awkward in his technique but very enthusiastic in his attempt. Will couldn’t exactly turn around and ask Warren if he liked this, but he made a vague interrogative noise in the back of his throat, sandwiched somewhere between the moans from Warren’s suddenly fast stroking.
“Yes, yes, use your tongue, yeah, that’s good,” Warren whispered, as his boyfriend wrapped his tongue around Warren’s fingers and sucked hard. It wasn’t just the implications of this impromptu practice run that had Warren particularly hot and bothered; Warren had sensitive hands from all the extra nerves that conducted his fire. Will almost might as well have had his mouth around Warren’s cock for the pleasure it gave him. Only a couple of his previous partners had figured out his weak spot, and here Will had it pegged so soon into their relationship.
“Fuck yes… yes!” Warren cried, and felt heat flash through him in a rising wave, uncontrollable, feeling his orgasm from his toes as he arched and released, spurting hard into Will’s tight ass, and, to his sudden horror, felt his fire flare out from his hands on Will’s cock and in his mouth. He hadn’t lost control like that for years, and felt his shout of ecstasy turning into a gasp of fear as he tried to rip his hands away, to keep from hurting Will further.
But Will clamped his own hands over Warren’s, keeping them in place, totally ignoring the flames, suddenly bucking wildly under Warren’s touch. Shocked, Warren couldn’t pull away from Will’s strength, and couldn’t help but feel the incredible sensation of Will’s cock shooting in endless pulses under his fiery grip.
“Warren, God Warren, what was that?” Will gasped as he finally relaxed, twining Warren’s still afire hands with his own across his chest. “That was incredible…”
“Uh Stronghold? I’m on fire,” Warren said blandly, entirely bemused. By the slack angle of Will’s head, Warren guessed he had had his eyes closed for the whole thing. Will straightened a bit and looked down at Warren’s hands, merrily crackling away.
“Huh,” Will said after a minute. “Fire.”
“Yes, fire dipshit!” Warren snapped, suddenly irritated beyond all reason. Here he was afraid he had managed to scar Will for life, if not kill him, and now Stronghold was just treating it so casually it made him want to smack him upside the head.
Will started to snicker, then laugh, and then howl. Warren finally joined in a few minutes later, his fire finally retreating. It was funny now, though Warren was still experiencing a faint backlash of fear. When he’d first started having sex, he’d had to be so very careful about where he put his hands to avoid hurting anyone, and even with the one cryokinetic lover he’d had, there were still limits. But Will apparently was freaking fireproof!
I just knew he was perfect, he thought in a kind of euphoria.
“So, you like it hot, huh?” Warren commented. Will laughed again, freely and brightly, and kissed the tips of Warren’s fingers.
“Yeah, I guess I do. That really, really felt good,” he said happily. He lolled his head back, and Warren could see a silly, sloppy grin on his face.
“Fireproof and you like getting burned? Fucking-A,” Warren said, setting Will laughing again. Warren kissed him quickly, and reluctantly let him up from his lap. Will gave a faint cry of disappointment as Warren pulled out, but Warren only gave him a lascivious quirk of the eyebrow, reminding him they had almost two whole days together.
“So… what’s next?” Will asked.
“Some freaking breakfast so I have enough energy to fuck you six ways until Sunday,” Warren said matter-of-factly.
“But Sunday’s tomorrow.”
“Then we’d better get started.”
“… It’s going to be more than six times, right?”
“Shut up Stronghold,” Warren said affectionately, and nudged him out the door.
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