Stop: Chapter 4, Rocking the Boat
Title: Stop, Chapter 4, Rocking the Boat
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Sky High
Characters/Pairing: Warren/Will
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,773
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 other shoe drops, in more ways than one.
The phone was ringing.
“Shaddup,” Warren muttered, burying his face beneath his pillow. It took him a few more rings to realize it wasn’t his phone. “Stronghold,” he groaned in irritation.
“Mrph,” Will said, sounding equally buried in the pillows.
“Phone,” he said.
“Goway,” Will muttered.
“Phone!” Warren said more loudly, still keeping his head buried.
Will said something that could have been interpreted as rude, and finally got up. At that moment, the phone stopped ringing. There was a moment of silence as the caller ID was checked, and then Will violently sat up in bed.
“Warren, it’s noon!” he said with a hint of panic.
Noon? I must have been more tired from yesterday than I thought. Wait, what the hell am I thinking? I’m probably lucky that I woke up today and not sometime tomorrow!
“So?” Warren asked.
“That was my mom! She’s going to call back any second, I told her I’d be home this morning…”
“Why’d you do that?” Warren asked, pulling the pillow off his head. Will bolted out of bed and scrambled to find his clothes, bending over to examine items on the floor. Warren sat back and appreciated the view for a bit.
“I have chores,” Will said pointedly. “She’s going to be really mad and-.”
The phone rang again. Taking a deep breath, Will answered.
“Hi Mom!” he said cheerfully, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “Yeah, I know it’s noon but-. Yeah. Yeah. I know! I’m coming home now. I won’t. I will, I promise. Ok, love you, bye,” Will said quickly, pausing only for his mom’s comments.
Warren raised an eyebrow. “You’re a terrible liar,” he said. Will shrugged as he struggled into his jeans and shirt.
“What was I gonna say? She thought your mom was here,” Will said, grabbing his shoes.
Warren thumped his head back into his pillow in exasperation.
“Thanks for letting me know moron. Now I got to do damage control,” he griped. Warren had had a few boyfriends or girlfriends who had to keep their relationship with him secret from someone, usually parents, and the thing that always torpedoed it was when someone forgot to let the other in on the lie.
I should have figured the Strongholds would only let Will come over here if they thought my mom was home. The shape of Mrs. Stronghold’s interrogation from yesterday now made a lot more sense. She hadn’t expected Will to be gone the entire weekend.
“Sorry,” Will apologized, hunching his shoulders a bit as he strapped on his sandals.
Damn it, Warren thought, and reached out to pull Will back into his lap. Will willingly let himself be manhandled, and Warren leaned over him to kiss him, strong and slow. Warren’s hand twisted in Will’s hair when he felt Will nearly melt beneath him, opening up to Warren’s mouth, letting him dominate the kiss with fiery-hot tongue and lips.
“Ok, ok, any more of that and you’re never going to get home,” Warren said finally, reluctantly pulling himself away. Will sighed in disappointment, but didn’t protest, and levered himself up.
“Stronghold,” Warren said, and Will looked back. “Look, if you want to run a smoke screen, I need you to let me know where you’re going to set the fires, ok?”
Will nodded, and took a few deep breaths, getting control of his body so he could go home.
“I get it,” he said, nodding, breathing out carefully. “I’ll e-mail or something.”
“Call,” Warren corrected. “Less of a trail that way.”
“What are you, 007?” Will asked, laughing.
“I’m an expert in clandestine romance,” Warren said with a perfectly straight face.
Will laughed so hard he couldn’t actually make a sound, and he started to gasp for air as he finally wound down.
“Get home Stronghold, before I make you any later.”
“Yeah, ok, ok. Warren? Um…” Will seemed to struggle for words, and finally just blurted out, “Thanks.”
Warren could hear there was more Will wanted to say, but couldn’t, and took the comment in the spirit it was given.
“Anytime,” he said, leaning back against the headboard, hands behind his head. When Will finally left, shutting the front door behind him, Warren dropped from the headboard to lie across the mattress.
Amazing, Warren thought serenely. The weekend had gone better than anything he’d planned, or dreamed of. He’d wanted to make everything good for Will, and he thought he had enough experience to make it pleasurable for both of them, but he’d had some doubts… not anymore though.
Warren hadn’t exactly deflowered a lot of virgins, if only because the people who usually threw themselves at him were anything but virginal. But there’d still been one or two occasions, not to mention his own first time. He’d figured he couldn’t really hurt Will at least, not with the punishment he’d seen the guy take in Save the Citizen matches, let alone the aftermath of the fight with Royal Pain.
But there’d been no pain for him, none at all, and for the first time Warren hadn’t had to hold back anything. Not his strength, not his need, not even his fire. He could go as hard and fast as he wanted, and Will had wanted it that way.
How the hell am I going to go to school with him when I just want to drag him off somewhere every ten minutes?
This was definitely going to be the hardest test he’d ever undergone!
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One week later, Warren’s room
Warren knew Will was practically vibrating with repressed sexual tension as they got to his room, but he was keeping a calm façade. Warren wanted it as much as Will did, perhaps even more, but he had the experience to keep himself still. He’d been surprised Will had lasted as long as he had. He hadn’t realized how full Will’s schedule was until they’d tried to coordinate another evening together.
They had the study sessions with the gang twice a week, Warren had work three or four times a week, sometimes overlapping the study sessions, and Will did training with his dad at sporadic times. Even Sky High wasn’t necessarily set up for someone of Will’s strength to go all-out, but The Commander’s Secret Sanctum was. If Will was going to break something, better he do it underground than nearly a mile in the air.
Needless to say, it had taken some doing to get Saturday night free, but they’d both managed. The Peacemaker had been needed for a potentially bad standoff somewhere in Texas, but Warren had suspected that even if she hadn’t been called, she would have simply found something else to take her out of the house. She’d been almost frighteningly perky for the past week, smiling at him so much that he’d almost gotten grumpy on principle.
When Will finally got there though, Warren wasn’t grumpy at all. They hadn’t stopped their daily make-out sessions at least, though it was a lot harder for both of them to keep their clothes on. If they hadn’t done that, Warren was sure someone’s control would have broken and they would have ended up being caught in the bathroom or a broom closet or something. It was too damn easy to fantasize about Will, and more than once Warren wondered what the hell was wrong with him. How could he have missed the fact that Will had basically been his for the taking for so long?
Outside of the sexual part of their relationship, things were pretty much the same: school, homework, video games, talking about sports, superhero training, the usual. Will still remained the dedicated, usually-stubborn-for-the-right-reasons, straightforward do-gooder that he usually was. And Warren remained the somber, brooding loner except, of course, with his friends. With them he laughed and talked in a way that weirded out most people, just because they never expected him to have the capacity for normal conversation or to have a sense of humor. But Warren could be open, when he chose.
And he’d definitely chosen.
“About damn time,” Warren said, slamming the door shut. There was no need for anything but what they wanted; no need for foreplay, they’d had a week’s worth of that!
“Well, I was gonna-,” Will started, trying to repress a huge smile.
“Shut up,” Warren growled, not angry, just desperate, in the way that only a horny teenager could understand, for something more than even the hottest make-out session. He wanted Will writhing underneath him, sweating and screaming out his name, and he’d wanted it so badly he was surprised he hadn’t sprained his wrist over the past few days.
Will kept his mouth shut as both of them were struggling with each other’s clothing, Will attempting to not rip, Warren attempting not to burn. Coming home with scorched clothes would be impossible to explain to his mom. And Warren wouldn’t be any happier if Will ripped his favorite t-shirt or prize jeans. It was hard though; Will’s hands were shaking.
He’d finally figured out why so many people got into trouble for sex. He now understood why deals could be struck, blackmail could be extracted, and wars could even start over love and sex. He got why people at school were obsessed about it. It made his day brighter, his heart lighter, and everything just so much better. And it added an extra edge to things that Will hadn’t quite considered until now. What would video game tournaments be like if the prize for winning was something more than the last slice of pizza? And that was only the start.
Taking the edge off himself during the week, thinking of Warren while he did it was fine; it helped. But it wasn’t enough. There had been a nagging ache of hardness that no amount of self-satisfaction could ease.
It was like having a single scoop of low-fat chocolate frozen yogurt when you had a really strong craving for a double hot fudge brownie sundae. Yeah, the first might be sort of sweet and chocolaty, but it wasn’t what you really wanted, and that just made you want the sundae all the more. That train of thought had unfortunately led to a very intense series of fantasies involving Warren, chocolate, and ice cream in the middle of science class earlier in the week, and Will had nearly blown up the lab due to his daydreaming.
And it had also led him to resolve broaching the chocolate-and-ice cream idea with Warren at the first available moment.
But this wasn’t it. Shirts, belts, boxers, briefs, and jeans were flying all over the room, and Warren’s hands were getting more and more frantic, and hotter and hotter with each touch. Discussion wasn’t necessary or wanted. Will was painfully hard at the sight and feel of Warren’s sculptured muscles, and turned to head to the window, groping behind him for his boyfriend.
He paused a half-breath when he noticed a few large towels draped over the edge of Warren’s bed; the guy had a pathologically neat room, but ignored it for what he hoped was coming next. He wanted to fly, and to take Warren with him. The hardness in his cock was only going to be relieved by Warren, which was why he was surprised to the point of shock when Warren said-.
“No.”
Will’s mouth gaped and he had a horrible moment of combined blind fury, mortal embarrassment, and frustrated lust so strong he actually felt faint.
“I want you here, on the bed,” Warren finished, eyes flashing dangerously, and grabbed Will’s elbow to propel him where he wanted him.
So that’s what the towels are for, Will thought hysterically, his last coherent one for a long while as he found himself bent over the bed, letting Warren put him into position, opening him up. Frantic hands slid over his back, burning hot, and he heard a faint sound behind him.
“I wanted to fuck you,” Warren growled softly, his voice almost a purr as he leaned over Will, his chest molding to Will’s back. “So badly, all this week, nearly every time I saw you.”
Will could only gasp as lube-slicked fingers worked themselves into his ass in time with Warren’s words. Nothing he’d tried for himself this week could approach this feeling; the confidence in Warren’s hands, the way he knew just how to stroke, how to probe, and right where to go-! Will shouted into the bed when Warren hit the right place, fists clenched tight to avoid shredding the bed; barely having time to get used to that before the fingers were gone. Another sharp gasp and Warren’s cock was slammed into him in a single smooth motion.
God… Will thought vaguely, shuddering as body lost all control, his cock pulsing out hard at the single thrust of Warren inside him. He felt whole, solid, totally complete… and nowhere near satisfied. But with Warren inside him, the heat warming him up, he knew he was going to get there.
“You still here?” Warren asked, his voice a little shaky, his hands clutched so tight on Will’s hips that he might have left bruises, if that had been possible.
“Don’t stop,” Will said, almost moaned, into the bed. “More.” If Warren had stopped right then, Will felt like he would have lost his mind…
Warren didn’t answer, at least not in words, but thrust in again and again, harder and harder, not stopping, not then, not until the thrusting had practically rattled the bed through the wall, not until Will thought he was going to go blind, not until Warren yanked him upright, clasped his hands on Will’s chest, pinching his nipples almost painfully as the fire erupted from Warren’s hands, echoing the powerful eruption a little further south in Will’s body.
Will was sure he shouted loud enough to be heard three counties over, screaming Warren’s name, screaming encouragement, screaming nothing at all, but just having to let everything out. Cumming wasn’t enough, he had to say something. The combination of the pulsing inside him and the astounding feeling of the fire on his skin had him gone in a powerful explosion, spattering all over the conveniently-placed towels, the frustrated edge of hardness within him finally fading into a soporific bliss.
It felt like ages before either was able to drop their death-grip on each other, and ages more before either was able to relax their wire-tight muscles. And it must have been eons before Warren had enough presence of mind to slowly withdraw from Will’s body. Will didn’t want to whimper at the loss of Warren inside him, but there was still a faint, protesting sound somewhere in his chest.
“Greedy,” Warren muttered, and Will laughed. “Come on.”
Still in a post-orgasmic daze, Will let himself be led to the shower, the high heat Warren preferred relaxing him further. The post-sex showers were a different kind of intimate than what went on in the bedroom (or the sky), but Will was finding he liked them too. Warren was a little more open during them, and was willing to indulge in one or two things that he didn’t otherwise usually do.
Like pillow talk. Such as it was.
“You feel so good,” Warren whispered over the falling water, arms wrapped around Will in a loose sort of hug. Will didn’t know what to say to that; his experience with that sort of thing was nil, and he found himself blushing to boot. Warren, of course, noticed, and his posture took on a hint of a challenge.
“You’re so tight, you hold on like you don’t want to let go,” he pressed, and seemed gratified to see Will’s color increase another few steps. “You fit me like you were made for me. Mine, all mine.”
Will was afraid he was going to reach some kind of terminal blushing level if Warren kept on with the dirty talk, though he was also obscurely flattered by Warren’s glowing, if explicit, praise. Warren just didn’t get this… effusive (for him) until his defenses were down. Will backed up a few steps, just to try to escape the rising heat, but Warren had the sort of shower with nozzles everywhere, and the relentless pounding didn’t help calm him in the slightest.
“Hot?” Warren asked, his eyes subtly mocking, his lips trying to repress a smirk.
“Uh… um… I…” Will protested intelligently.
Then Warren gently pressed him up against the wall, and further proved to him that words definitely weren’t needed, and there were some fires that even water couldn’t quench.
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With that, Will and Warren managed to find some kind of, well, not quite a routine, but a method for finding time together that didn’t leave either of them too desperate. While they found measures of self-control they didn’t know they had to avoid having sex at school, they channeled that repressed desire into frantic weekend sessions that occasionally left Warren’s room a shambles.
Warren was starting to get frustrated though. Not with Will, he was always great, but at having to hide everything. Warren had always had the option of being open about his relationships either in the citizen world or at Sky High. Never had he been forced to keep everything under the radar, and he was starting to chafe. He wanted to kiss Will in front of everyone, he wanted to tell others that he’d found… well, if it wasn’t true love, then Warren didn’t know what to call it.
He hadn’t gone public yet for several reasons. One was how Will’s dad might react, which would probably be bad. Another was that it would probably profoundly embarrass Layla, and Warren liked her a lot as a friend. She’d been willing to give Will up without a fight, and to be honest about her feelings with him. She’d also given Warren the opportunity to go for Will in the first place. If Warren had, say, fallen in love with one of his previous flings, only to break up and later find them openly dating someone else… Well, he had a temper. And Layla had one too, even if she wasn’t obvious about it.
But the best intentions weren’t going to contain either Warren or Will for long, and just over a month later, the other shoe dropped.
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Warren grinned in triumph as Will threaded the last of the motion-sensor lasers to pluck the citizen-dummy from certain doom. They’d won with a full ten seconds to spare, not quite a record, but damn close. Boomer looked a little irked that Will had managed to get past the fiendishly complicated laser-maze while Warren dealt with the “villains,” but to his credit, announced their victory to the swelling cheers of the crowd.
Warren’s blood was pounding from the workout, and Will was laughing as he landed, setting the citizen-dummy on the floor. He hadn’t meant to, but he caught Will’s eye as they went to give each other a high-five, a backslap, something, anything other than what he really wanted to do. Will was happy, triumphant, sweating… and damn sexy. Will must have caught the change in Warren’s expression, because he got a stunned look on his face.
I knew better than to make eye contact… Warren thought vaguely.
Then something in their brains must have cracked at the same time, because they lunged for each other, hands tangled in each other’s hair, lips crushed together, Will opening himself up to Warren, letting him pour the heat into him, claming, conquering…
Warren could hear the crowd go silent for a second in shock, then start cheering again, louder than ever. To hell with it, Warren thought, and bent Will back a little, playing to the crowd, all other thoughts gone from his head as he defiantly showed everyone in Sky High exactly who he was with. Now and forever.
Some indeterminate time later he heard Boomer yelling at them to cut the PDA, and he pulled away from Will with extreme reluctance. Boomer looked annoyed, but then again Boomer almost always looked annoyed. Warren was more interested in the reactions of the crowd. Some looked annoyed or even mad, some were looking envious, and some seemed to think this was the height of hilarity. Warren ignored the angry ones, ignored nearly all of them, and left for the locker room. Will, flushing redder than Warren’s hair, followed as a discrete distance.
“Um… what was that?” Will whispered as the two got changed. They’d had the showers to themselves, though they’d been scrupulously careful about not doing anything, and now their entire row of lockers was deserted. It didn’t quite feel like they were pariahs, more like no one was willing to get on their bad sides. Warren knew some people flat-out hated what he’d just shoved in their faces, but those people could just choke on their prejudices. It had been a sort of dumb move to do that, but he was glad it was all out. Even with all the trouble it would cause.
“Victory celebration,” Warren said seriously.
“But I- I thought we said- I mean we just-,” Will sputtered.
“Tell me to stop,” Warren said, and reached out to put a searing-hot hand on Will’s still-naked stomach. It was a mean trick, because Will was sensitive there and Warren knew it, but it did take his mind off the consequences.
“No,” Will whispered in agreement as Warren pulled back. Breathing hard, Will pulled on his shirt before he could be tempted further. “But, why now?”
“I’m tired of sneaking around all the time,” Warren said airily, tossing off the comment with forced casualness.
“Yeah right. Liar,” Will laughed. He knew how hard Warren struggled to hide everything inside; it was like a pressure cooker in his mind, and when something did leak out, it usually did it with explosive force. Granted it didn’t happen that often, but when it did…
“Fine, you’re right. Happy?” Warren mock-growled. Will was interrupted from further banter when Zack and Ethan popped up at the end of the row of lockers.
“Um dudes?” Zack opened.
“Yeah?” they asked simultaneously.
“So you are going out,” Ethan said positively.
“No, I just thought I’d kiss Stronghold for fun. Yes, we’re going out,” Warren snarked.
“Oh. Ok,” Ethan said with a shrug, Zack echoing the gesturing with extreme casualness.
“Ok, ok?” Will asked, looking desperate for approval. Ethan shrugged, looking very calm about the whole thing.
“Ok,” Ethan repeated.
“Yeah, it’s cool, but Magenta wants to see both of you guys outside, stat,” Zack said.
Will and Warren exchanged a glance, finished dressing, and grabbed their bookbags. Warren didn’t want to show it, but he was relieved that Zack and Ethan had outwardly accepted them. Those guys were among the few people that felt comfortable to be himself around, and he wouldn’t want to drive them away. From the openly relieved expression on Will’s face, he was probably thinking the same.
Magenta was waiting impatiently for them when they arrived, arms folded across her chest.
“Layla’s crying in the locker room and she won’t come out,” she said in greeting.
“Damn it,” Warren swore softly as Will looked stricken.
“I’ll guard the door; you guys need to talk to her. Now,” she said, her glare sharp enough to melt steel. Without another word, they pushed through the door into the hitherto-unknown realms of the girls’ locker room. Other than the fact that it was a mirror image of the boys’, and cleaner and sweeter-smelling, it wasn’t really that different. So it wasn’t hard to find Layla, sobbing in the middle of a bench at the end of the room.
“Layla?” Will asked quietly, sitting down beside her. When she didn’t flinch away, he drew her into a sideways hug, and she dropped her head to his shoulder. Warren stood behind them a little awkwardly. This was the part of Will’s life that Warren wasn’t quite a part of, his lifelong friendship with Layla. They’d been together for so long, at least as friends, and Warren just didn’t have the kind of inside knowledge they had about each other. Not to mention the fact that his being here could be very strained in about five minutes.
“Will?” Layla said after a second, and then looked at him reproachfully through her tears. “This is the girls’ locker room!”
Will tried to smother a laugh. “Magenta’s guarding the door,” he said, and sobered. “Layla, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to-. Um… You know.”
“Make out with your boyfriend in front of half the school?” she finished for him. To Warren’s relief, she didn’t sound too mad.
“Uh, yeah, that,” Will said sheepishly.
“I think… I think I’m ok now,” she said slowly. “I mean, I just… It was kind of embarrassing. Now everyone knows and they’re wondering how I didn’t know for the whole year we were going out.”
“Oh,” Will said intelligently, and then flushed. “Look, if anyone says anything to you about that, have them talk to me instead ok? This… I mean, Warren and I… It just sort of happened, and it was already done by the time I realized-.”
“You liked Warren better as a boyfriend than me as a girlfriend? Will, I get it,” Layla said, a tremulous smile crossing her face. “It was partially my fault anyway. I think I should have guessed before you did.”
Will’s face was a mask of confusion as Layla elaborated. “Will, I know you pretty well. I think I just didn’t want to believe that everything wasn’t going to work out like I had planned, you know?”
Warren had been right about feeling awkward. In spades. He was going to try to shuffle unobtrusively off when Layla turned to look at him.
“Don’t go yet, ok?” she asked. Swallowing hard, Warren nodded. “Will, we’re still going to be best friends, I know that, I really do. I- this is just sort of hard and a lot of people won’t understand.” Will hugged her hard, carefully, and nodded.
“I know, and I didn’t mean to hurt you; I’d never want to do that! We just-. It was-. Sort of an accident. When my dad finds out, he’s going to hit the roof,” Will said in halting explanation. “And you’re still my best friend too.”
“Good,” Layla said, and managed to heroically snuffle up the rest of her tears. Slowly pulling away from Will, she planted a kiss on his cheek, and then turned to Warren. “Are you guys happy?”
Warren and Will both nodded at the same time, and Layla wiped her eyes again quickly.
“Then I’m happy too, and I don’t care what anyone at school, or home, or anyone says about it!” she said firmly, her smile coming back. Warren leaned down to crush Layla in a brotherly hug, more moved than he could say.
“Thank you,” he whispered in her ear. It had cost her a lot in pride to sit through gym class today, and here she was, willing to help them deflect anything that came at them. “I don’t deserve him-.”
“Yes you do Warren Peace, and if you ever say that again I’ll get Magenta to…to… do something to you!” she whispered back fiercely, and finally let go of him.
“Yes ma’am!” Warren said with a crooked smile. Layla smacked his shoulder lightly at his joking tone, but smiled in return all the same.
When all three of them came out of the locker room without any signs of violence on them, Zack, Ethan, and Magenta (all lurking nearby) heaved audible sighs of relief.
“What, were you guys taking bets on if we’d all come out alive?” Warren asked. Magenta smirked, Ethan looked innocent, and Zack tried to look innocent, but failed miserably.
“Everything’s all right, really,” Layla insisted. And if that were a codeword, the rest of the guys plied Warren and Will with questions. How long they’d been going out, how they’d got together, if either of their parents knew yet, and so on. Warren was deliberately extremely vague on all his answers, and Will clearly didn’t know what to say without blushing, so their friends’ curiosity had to remain unassuaged.
As the bell rang, and they all headed out for their next class, Zack couldn’t quite keep from asking one last question.
“So dudes, like… who pitches and who catches?”
Warren imperiously pretended such questions were beneath his notice, while Will turned a fascinating shade of tomato red. But both of them kept entirely silent.
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Stop Chapter 3: Proof of Love
Stop Chapter 5: Burning Bridges
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Sky High
Characters/Pairing: Warren/Will
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,773
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 other shoe drops, in more ways than one.
The phone was ringing.
“Shaddup,” Warren muttered, burying his face beneath his pillow. It took him a few more rings to realize it wasn’t his phone. “Stronghold,” he groaned in irritation.
“Mrph,” Will said, sounding equally buried in the pillows.
“Phone,” he said.
“Goway,” Will muttered.
“Phone!” Warren said more loudly, still keeping his head buried.
Will said something that could have been interpreted as rude, and finally got up. At that moment, the phone stopped ringing. There was a moment of silence as the caller ID was checked, and then Will violently sat up in bed.
“Warren, it’s noon!” he said with a hint of panic.
Noon? I must have been more tired from yesterday than I thought. Wait, what the hell am I thinking? I’m probably lucky that I woke up today and not sometime tomorrow!
“So?” Warren asked.
“That was my mom! She’s going to call back any second, I told her I’d be home this morning…”
“Why’d you do that?” Warren asked, pulling the pillow off his head. Will bolted out of bed and scrambled to find his clothes, bending over to examine items on the floor. Warren sat back and appreciated the view for a bit.
“I have chores,” Will said pointedly. “She’s going to be really mad and-.”
The phone rang again. Taking a deep breath, Will answered.
“Hi Mom!” he said cheerfully, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “Yeah, I know it’s noon but-. Yeah. Yeah. I know! I’m coming home now. I won’t. I will, I promise. Ok, love you, bye,” Will said quickly, pausing only for his mom’s comments.
Warren raised an eyebrow. “You’re a terrible liar,” he said. Will shrugged as he struggled into his jeans and shirt.
“What was I gonna say? She thought your mom was here,” Will said, grabbing his shoes.
Warren thumped his head back into his pillow in exasperation.
“Thanks for letting me know moron. Now I got to do damage control,” he griped. Warren had had a few boyfriends or girlfriends who had to keep their relationship with him secret from someone, usually parents, and the thing that always torpedoed it was when someone forgot to let the other in on the lie.
I should have figured the Strongholds would only let Will come over here if they thought my mom was home. The shape of Mrs. Stronghold’s interrogation from yesterday now made a lot more sense. She hadn’t expected Will to be gone the entire weekend.
“Sorry,” Will apologized, hunching his shoulders a bit as he strapped on his sandals.
Damn it, Warren thought, and reached out to pull Will back into his lap. Will willingly let himself be manhandled, and Warren leaned over him to kiss him, strong and slow. Warren’s hand twisted in Will’s hair when he felt Will nearly melt beneath him, opening up to Warren’s mouth, letting him dominate the kiss with fiery-hot tongue and lips.
“Ok, ok, any more of that and you’re never going to get home,” Warren said finally, reluctantly pulling himself away. Will sighed in disappointment, but didn’t protest, and levered himself up.
“Stronghold,” Warren said, and Will looked back. “Look, if you want to run a smoke screen, I need you to let me know where you’re going to set the fires, ok?”
Will nodded, and took a few deep breaths, getting control of his body so he could go home.
“I get it,” he said, nodding, breathing out carefully. “I’ll e-mail or something.”
“Call,” Warren corrected. “Less of a trail that way.”
“What are you, 007?” Will asked, laughing.
“I’m an expert in clandestine romance,” Warren said with a perfectly straight face.
Will laughed so hard he couldn’t actually make a sound, and he started to gasp for air as he finally wound down.
“Get home Stronghold, before I make you any later.”
“Yeah, ok, ok. Warren? Um…” Will seemed to struggle for words, and finally just blurted out, “Thanks.”
Warren could hear there was more Will wanted to say, but couldn’t, and took the comment in the spirit it was given.
“Anytime,” he said, leaning back against the headboard, hands behind his head. When Will finally left, shutting the front door behind him, Warren dropped from the headboard to lie across the mattress.
Amazing, Warren thought serenely. The weekend had gone better than anything he’d planned, or dreamed of. He’d wanted to make everything good for Will, and he thought he had enough experience to make it pleasurable for both of them, but he’d had some doubts… not anymore though.
Warren hadn’t exactly deflowered a lot of virgins, if only because the people who usually threw themselves at him were anything but virginal. But there’d still been one or two occasions, not to mention his own first time. He’d figured he couldn’t really hurt Will at least, not with the punishment he’d seen the guy take in Save the Citizen matches, let alone the aftermath of the fight with Royal Pain.
But there’d been no pain for him, none at all, and for the first time Warren hadn’t had to hold back anything. Not his strength, not his need, not even his fire. He could go as hard and fast as he wanted, and Will had wanted it that way.
How the hell am I going to go to school with him when I just want to drag him off somewhere every ten minutes?
This was definitely going to be the hardest test he’d ever undergone!
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One week later, Warren’s room
Warren knew Will was practically vibrating with repressed sexual tension as they got to his room, but he was keeping a calm façade. Warren wanted it as much as Will did, perhaps even more, but he had the experience to keep himself still. He’d been surprised Will had lasted as long as he had. He hadn’t realized how full Will’s schedule was until they’d tried to coordinate another evening together.
They had the study sessions with the gang twice a week, Warren had work three or four times a week, sometimes overlapping the study sessions, and Will did training with his dad at sporadic times. Even Sky High wasn’t necessarily set up for someone of Will’s strength to go all-out, but The Commander’s Secret Sanctum was. If Will was going to break something, better he do it underground than nearly a mile in the air.
Needless to say, it had taken some doing to get Saturday night free, but they’d both managed. The Peacemaker had been needed for a potentially bad standoff somewhere in Texas, but Warren had suspected that even if she hadn’t been called, she would have simply found something else to take her out of the house. She’d been almost frighteningly perky for the past week, smiling at him so much that he’d almost gotten grumpy on principle.
When Will finally got there though, Warren wasn’t grumpy at all. They hadn’t stopped their daily make-out sessions at least, though it was a lot harder for both of them to keep their clothes on. If they hadn’t done that, Warren was sure someone’s control would have broken and they would have ended up being caught in the bathroom or a broom closet or something. It was too damn easy to fantasize about Will, and more than once Warren wondered what the hell was wrong with him. How could he have missed the fact that Will had basically been his for the taking for so long?
Outside of the sexual part of their relationship, things were pretty much the same: school, homework, video games, talking about sports, superhero training, the usual. Will still remained the dedicated, usually-stubborn-for-the-right-reasons, straightforward do-gooder that he usually was. And Warren remained the somber, brooding loner except, of course, with his friends. With them he laughed and talked in a way that weirded out most people, just because they never expected him to have the capacity for normal conversation or to have a sense of humor. But Warren could be open, when he chose.
And he’d definitely chosen.
“About damn time,” Warren said, slamming the door shut. There was no need for anything but what they wanted; no need for foreplay, they’d had a week’s worth of that!
“Well, I was gonna-,” Will started, trying to repress a huge smile.
“Shut up,” Warren growled, not angry, just desperate, in the way that only a horny teenager could understand, for something more than even the hottest make-out session. He wanted Will writhing underneath him, sweating and screaming out his name, and he’d wanted it so badly he was surprised he hadn’t sprained his wrist over the past few days.
Will kept his mouth shut as both of them were struggling with each other’s clothing, Will attempting to not rip, Warren attempting not to burn. Coming home with scorched clothes would be impossible to explain to his mom. And Warren wouldn’t be any happier if Will ripped his favorite t-shirt or prize jeans. It was hard though; Will’s hands were shaking.
He’d finally figured out why so many people got into trouble for sex. He now understood why deals could be struck, blackmail could be extracted, and wars could even start over love and sex. He got why people at school were obsessed about it. It made his day brighter, his heart lighter, and everything just so much better. And it added an extra edge to things that Will hadn’t quite considered until now. What would video game tournaments be like if the prize for winning was something more than the last slice of pizza? And that was only the start.
Taking the edge off himself during the week, thinking of Warren while he did it was fine; it helped. But it wasn’t enough. There had been a nagging ache of hardness that no amount of self-satisfaction could ease.
It was like having a single scoop of low-fat chocolate frozen yogurt when you had a really strong craving for a double hot fudge brownie sundae. Yeah, the first might be sort of sweet and chocolaty, but it wasn’t what you really wanted, and that just made you want the sundae all the more. That train of thought had unfortunately led to a very intense series of fantasies involving Warren, chocolate, and ice cream in the middle of science class earlier in the week, and Will had nearly blown up the lab due to his daydreaming.
And it had also led him to resolve broaching the chocolate-and-ice cream idea with Warren at the first available moment.
But this wasn’t it. Shirts, belts, boxers, briefs, and jeans were flying all over the room, and Warren’s hands were getting more and more frantic, and hotter and hotter with each touch. Discussion wasn’t necessary or wanted. Will was painfully hard at the sight and feel of Warren’s sculptured muscles, and turned to head to the window, groping behind him for his boyfriend.
He paused a half-breath when he noticed a few large towels draped over the edge of Warren’s bed; the guy had a pathologically neat room, but ignored it for what he hoped was coming next. He wanted to fly, and to take Warren with him. The hardness in his cock was only going to be relieved by Warren, which was why he was surprised to the point of shock when Warren said-.
“No.”
Will’s mouth gaped and he had a horrible moment of combined blind fury, mortal embarrassment, and frustrated lust so strong he actually felt faint.
“I want you here, on the bed,” Warren finished, eyes flashing dangerously, and grabbed Will’s elbow to propel him where he wanted him.
So that’s what the towels are for, Will thought hysterically, his last coherent one for a long while as he found himself bent over the bed, letting Warren put him into position, opening him up. Frantic hands slid over his back, burning hot, and he heard a faint sound behind him.
“I wanted to fuck you,” Warren growled softly, his voice almost a purr as he leaned over Will, his chest molding to Will’s back. “So badly, all this week, nearly every time I saw you.”
Will could only gasp as lube-slicked fingers worked themselves into his ass in time with Warren’s words. Nothing he’d tried for himself this week could approach this feeling; the confidence in Warren’s hands, the way he knew just how to stroke, how to probe, and right where to go-! Will shouted into the bed when Warren hit the right place, fists clenched tight to avoid shredding the bed; barely having time to get used to that before the fingers were gone. Another sharp gasp and Warren’s cock was slammed into him in a single smooth motion.
God… Will thought vaguely, shuddering as body lost all control, his cock pulsing out hard at the single thrust of Warren inside him. He felt whole, solid, totally complete… and nowhere near satisfied. But with Warren inside him, the heat warming him up, he knew he was going to get there.
“You still here?” Warren asked, his voice a little shaky, his hands clutched so tight on Will’s hips that he might have left bruises, if that had been possible.
“Don’t stop,” Will said, almost moaned, into the bed. “More.” If Warren had stopped right then, Will felt like he would have lost his mind…
Warren didn’t answer, at least not in words, but thrust in again and again, harder and harder, not stopping, not then, not until the thrusting had practically rattled the bed through the wall, not until Will thought he was going to go blind, not until Warren yanked him upright, clasped his hands on Will’s chest, pinching his nipples almost painfully as the fire erupted from Warren’s hands, echoing the powerful eruption a little further south in Will’s body.
Will was sure he shouted loud enough to be heard three counties over, screaming Warren’s name, screaming encouragement, screaming nothing at all, but just having to let everything out. Cumming wasn’t enough, he had to say something. The combination of the pulsing inside him and the astounding feeling of the fire on his skin had him gone in a powerful explosion, spattering all over the conveniently-placed towels, the frustrated edge of hardness within him finally fading into a soporific bliss.
It felt like ages before either was able to drop their death-grip on each other, and ages more before either was able to relax their wire-tight muscles. And it must have been eons before Warren had enough presence of mind to slowly withdraw from Will’s body. Will didn’t want to whimper at the loss of Warren inside him, but there was still a faint, protesting sound somewhere in his chest.
“Greedy,” Warren muttered, and Will laughed. “Come on.”
Still in a post-orgasmic daze, Will let himself be led to the shower, the high heat Warren preferred relaxing him further. The post-sex showers were a different kind of intimate than what went on in the bedroom (or the sky), but Will was finding he liked them too. Warren was a little more open during them, and was willing to indulge in one or two things that he didn’t otherwise usually do.
Like pillow talk. Such as it was.
“You feel so good,” Warren whispered over the falling water, arms wrapped around Will in a loose sort of hug. Will didn’t know what to say to that; his experience with that sort of thing was nil, and he found himself blushing to boot. Warren, of course, noticed, and his posture took on a hint of a challenge.
“You’re so tight, you hold on like you don’t want to let go,” he pressed, and seemed gratified to see Will’s color increase another few steps. “You fit me like you were made for me. Mine, all mine.”
Will was afraid he was going to reach some kind of terminal blushing level if Warren kept on with the dirty talk, though he was also obscurely flattered by Warren’s glowing, if explicit, praise. Warren just didn’t get this… effusive (for him) until his defenses were down. Will backed up a few steps, just to try to escape the rising heat, but Warren had the sort of shower with nozzles everywhere, and the relentless pounding didn’t help calm him in the slightest.
“Hot?” Warren asked, his eyes subtly mocking, his lips trying to repress a smirk.
“Uh… um… I…” Will protested intelligently.
Then Warren gently pressed him up against the wall, and further proved to him that words definitely weren’t needed, and there were some fires that even water couldn’t quench.
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With that, Will and Warren managed to find some kind of, well, not quite a routine, but a method for finding time together that didn’t leave either of them too desperate. While they found measures of self-control they didn’t know they had to avoid having sex at school, they channeled that repressed desire into frantic weekend sessions that occasionally left Warren’s room a shambles.
Warren was starting to get frustrated though. Not with Will, he was always great, but at having to hide everything. Warren had always had the option of being open about his relationships either in the citizen world or at Sky High. Never had he been forced to keep everything under the radar, and he was starting to chafe. He wanted to kiss Will in front of everyone, he wanted to tell others that he’d found… well, if it wasn’t true love, then Warren didn’t know what to call it.
He hadn’t gone public yet for several reasons. One was how Will’s dad might react, which would probably be bad. Another was that it would probably profoundly embarrass Layla, and Warren liked her a lot as a friend. She’d been willing to give Will up without a fight, and to be honest about her feelings with him. She’d also given Warren the opportunity to go for Will in the first place. If Warren had, say, fallen in love with one of his previous flings, only to break up and later find them openly dating someone else… Well, he had a temper. And Layla had one too, even if she wasn’t obvious about it.
But the best intentions weren’t going to contain either Warren or Will for long, and just over a month later, the other shoe dropped.
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Warren grinned in triumph as Will threaded the last of the motion-sensor lasers to pluck the citizen-dummy from certain doom. They’d won with a full ten seconds to spare, not quite a record, but damn close. Boomer looked a little irked that Will had managed to get past the fiendishly complicated laser-maze while Warren dealt with the “villains,” but to his credit, announced their victory to the swelling cheers of the crowd.
Warren’s blood was pounding from the workout, and Will was laughing as he landed, setting the citizen-dummy on the floor. He hadn’t meant to, but he caught Will’s eye as they went to give each other a high-five, a backslap, something, anything other than what he really wanted to do. Will was happy, triumphant, sweating… and damn sexy. Will must have caught the change in Warren’s expression, because he got a stunned look on his face.
I knew better than to make eye contact… Warren thought vaguely.
Then something in their brains must have cracked at the same time, because they lunged for each other, hands tangled in each other’s hair, lips crushed together, Will opening himself up to Warren, letting him pour the heat into him, claming, conquering…
Warren could hear the crowd go silent for a second in shock, then start cheering again, louder than ever. To hell with it, Warren thought, and bent Will back a little, playing to the crowd, all other thoughts gone from his head as he defiantly showed everyone in Sky High exactly who he was with. Now and forever.
Some indeterminate time later he heard Boomer yelling at them to cut the PDA, and he pulled away from Will with extreme reluctance. Boomer looked annoyed, but then again Boomer almost always looked annoyed. Warren was more interested in the reactions of the crowd. Some looked annoyed or even mad, some were looking envious, and some seemed to think this was the height of hilarity. Warren ignored the angry ones, ignored nearly all of them, and left for the locker room. Will, flushing redder than Warren’s hair, followed as a discrete distance.
“Um… what was that?” Will whispered as the two got changed. They’d had the showers to themselves, though they’d been scrupulously careful about not doing anything, and now their entire row of lockers was deserted. It didn’t quite feel like they were pariahs, more like no one was willing to get on their bad sides. Warren knew some people flat-out hated what he’d just shoved in their faces, but those people could just choke on their prejudices. It had been a sort of dumb move to do that, but he was glad it was all out. Even with all the trouble it would cause.
“Victory celebration,” Warren said seriously.
“But I- I thought we said- I mean we just-,” Will sputtered.
“Tell me to stop,” Warren said, and reached out to put a searing-hot hand on Will’s still-naked stomach. It was a mean trick, because Will was sensitive there and Warren knew it, but it did take his mind off the consequences.
“No,” Will whispered in agreement as Warren pulled back. Breathing hard, Will pulled on his shirt before he could be tempted further. “But, why now?”
“I’m tired of sneaking around all the time,” Warren said airily, tossing off the comment with forced casualness.
“Yeah right. Liar,” Will laughed. He knew how hard Warren struggled to hide everything inside; it was like a pressure cooker in his mind, and when something did leak out, it usually did it with explosive force. Granted it didn’t happen that often, but when it did…
“Fine, you’re right. Happy?” Warren mock-growled. Will was interrupted from further banter when Zack and Ethan popped up at the end of the row of lockers.
“Um dudes?” Zack opened.
“Yeah?” they asked simultaneously.
“So you are going out,” Ethan said positively.
“No, I just thought I’d kiss Stronghold for fun. Yes, we’re going out,” Warren snarked.
“Oh. Ok,” Ethan said with a shrug, Zack echoing the gesturing with extreme casualness.
“Ok, ok?” Will asked, looking desperate for approval. Ethan shrugged, looking very calm about the whole thing.
“Ok,” Ethan repeated.
“Yeah, it’s cool, but Magenta wants to see both of you guys outside, stat,” Zack said.
Will and Warren exchanged a glance, finished dressing, and grabbed their bookbags. Warren didn’t want to show it, but he was relieved that Zack and Ethan had outwardly accepted them. Those guys were among the few people that felt comfortable to be himself around, and he wouldn’t want to drive them away. From the openly relieved expression on Will’s face, he was probably thinking the same.
Magenta was waiting impatiently for them when they arrived, arms folded across her chest.
“Layla’s crying in the locker room and she won’t come out,” she said in greeting.
“Damn it,” Warren swore softly as Will looked stricken.
“I’ll guard the door; you guys need to talk to her. Now,” she said, her glare sharp enough to melt steel. Without another word, they pushed through the door into the hitherto-unknown realms of the girls’ locker room. Other than the fact that it was a mirror image of the boys’, and cleaner and sweeter-smelling, it wasn’t really that different. So it wasn’t hard to find Layla, sobbing in the middle of a bench at the end of the room.
“Layla?” Will asked quietly, sitting down beside her. When she didn’t flinch away, he drew her into a sideways hug, and she dropped her head to his shoulder. Warren stood behind them a little awkwardly. This was the part of Will’s life that Warren wasn’t quite a part of, his lifelong friendship with Layla. They’d been together for so long, at least as friends, and Warren just didn’t have the kind of inside knowledge they had about each other. Not to mention the fact that his being here could be very strained in about five minutes.
“Will?” Layla said after a second, and then looked at him reproachfully through her tears. “This is the girls’ locker room!”
Will tried to smother a laugh. “Magenta’s guarding the door,” he said, and sobered. “Layla, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to-. Um… You know.”
“Make out with your boyfriend in front of half the school?” she finished for him. To Warren’s relief, she didn’t sound too mad.
“Uh, yeah, that,” Will said sheepishly.
“I think… I think I’m ok now,” she said slowly. “I mean, I just… It was kind of embarrassing. Now everyone knows and they’re wondering how I didn’t know for the whole year we were going out.”
“Oh,” Will said intelligently, and then flushed. “Look, if anyone says anything to you about that, have them talk to me instead ok? This… I mean, Warren and I… It just sort of happened, and it was already done by the time I realized-.”
“You liked Warren better as a boyfriend than me as a girlfriend? Will, I get it,” Layla said, a tremulous smile crossing her face. “It was partially my fault anyway. I think I should have guessed before you did.”
Will’s face was a mask of confusion as Layla elaborated. “Will, I know you pretty well. I think I just didn’t want to believe that everything wasn’t going to work out like I had planned, you know?”
Warren had been right about feeling awkward. In spades. He was going to try to shuffle unobtrusively off when Layla turned to look at him.
“Don’t go yet, ok?” she asked. Swallowing hard, Warren nodded. “Will, we’re still going to be best friends, I know that, I really do. I- this is just sort of hard and a lot of people won’t understand.” Will hugged her hard, carefully, and nodded.
“I know, and I didn’t mean to hurt you; I’d never want to do that! We just-. It was-. Sort of an accident. When my dad finds out, he’s going to hit the roof,” Will said in halting explanation. “And you’re still my best friend too.”
“Good,” Layla said, and managed to heroically snuffle up the rest of her tears. Slowly pulling away from Will, she planted a kiss on his cheek, and then turned to Warren. “Are you guys happy?”
Warren and Will both nodded at the same time, and Layla wiped her eyes again quickly.
“Then I’m happy too, and I don’t care what anyone at school, or home, or anyone says about it!” she said firmly, her smile coming back. Warren leaned down to crush Layla in a brotherly hug, more moved than he could say.
“Thank you,” he whispered in her ear. It had cost her a lot in pride to sit through gym class today, and here she was, willing to help them deflect anything that came at them. “I don’t deserve him-.”
“Yes you do Warren Peace, and if you ever say that again I’ll get Magenta to…to… do something to you!” she whispered back fiercely, and finally let go of him.
“Yes ma’am!” Warren said with a crooked smile. Layla smacked his shoulder lightly at his joking tone, but smiled in return all the same.
When all three of them came out of the locker room without any signs of violence on them, Zack, Ethan, and Magenta (all lurking nearby) heaved audible sighs of relief.
“What, were you guys taking bets on if we’d all come out alive?” Warren asked. Magenta smirked, Ethan looked innocent, and Zack tried to look innocent, but failed miserably.
“Everything’s all right, really,” Layla insisted. And if that were a codeword, the rest of the guys plied Warren and Will with questions. How long they’d been going out, how they’d got together, if either of their parents knew yet, and so on. Warren was deliberately extremely vague on all his answers, and Will clearly didn’t know what to say without blushing, so their friends’ curiosity had to remain unassuaged.
As the bell rang, and they all headed out for their next class, Zack couldn’t quite keep from asking one last question.
“So dudes, like… who pitches and who catches?”
Warren imperiously pretended such questions were beneath his notice, while Will turned a fascinating shade of tomato red. But both of them kept entirely silent.
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