Stop: Chapter 5, Burning Bridges
Title: Stop, Chapter 5, Burning Bridges
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Sky High
Characters/Pairing: Warren/Will
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7,255
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: When the other shoe drops, it lands with a bang.
When Will got home, his dad was waiting for him in the hall. It was uncannily like the day he had gotten into the fight with Warren last year, except this time he didn’t rip the door off, and his mother wasn’t there, having flown to D.C. for a conference. By the stoic-yet-stormy look on Steve Stronghold’s face, Will knew he knew about what had happened at school today. But maybe if he just played it cool he wouldn’t ask…
“Hey Dad.”
“William Theodore Stronghold. How was school today? Did anything interesting happen?” his dad asked in measured tones. The use of his full name was a red flag, especially from his dad. Will knew the jig was already up, but he tried to keep it casual.
“Uh… went ok. I got my history paper back. I got an A minus,” he said, not quite meeting his dad’s eyes, dropping his backpack to the floor and extracting the report.
History had used to be Will’s weakest subject, until he’d gotten to Sky High. Specifically, until he’d met Warren, oddly enough. After being blindsided by the fact that he had a built-in archenemy, Will had realized he was going to inherit all of his dad’s enemies the day he graduated. Not wanting to make the same mistake twice, he had begun reading the Superhero Chronicles, graphic novel accounts of lives of past superheroes, in order to get a handle on who he might be facing. Finally that research had started to pay off.
His dad should have been thrilled that Will had gotten an A. Will’s grades were decent, but he didn’t often get A’s. When he did, his parents always made a big deal out of it, hopefully to encourage him to get more. It was bad when Dad barely looked at it and said nothing.
“Umm… Mr. Medulla’s class was pretty cool. We got to test out a shrink ray-.”
“Anything interesting happen in gym class?” his dad interrupted. Will was getting more and more nervous. His dad was looking less and less like his dad, less and less than even Steve Stronghold, real estate agent. Despite the fact that he didn’t have his costume and was still wearing his glasses, right now he was looking and sounding a lot more like the Commander. And the Commander in a rage was never a good thing.
“Yeah, Warren and I were, um, teamed up, and we won against Lash and Speed,” Will started, almost stumbling over the sentence. He had nearly said he and Warren were “paired” up, or “partnered” up, but didn’t want his dad to read too much into it. Not that any word choice was going to help at this point.
“Coach Boomer had the motion sensor lasers out, and it was really hard because he had them on random, but Warren kept Lash and Speed busy so I could thread them, and we rescued the citizen with like ten seconds to spare.” Will knew he was starting to babble, but he couldn’t help it. “It was a really good win.”
“And then what?” he dad pressed. Will’s stomach started to sink.
“Uh, we got some applause and stuff and by then it was almost time for lunch and so-.”
“You kissed Warren Peace! In front of your entire gym class!” The Commander bellowed. There was no hint of Will’s dad in his demeanor now. “Was that a joke? Did someone dare you or make a bet? What?”
“I, um, well, I’m-.”
The Commander waited, arms crossed, his eyes hard. Will swallowed and took a deep breath. He couldn’t keep this hidden forever. He wished his mom was here, she might be a little more reasonable, but it couldn’t be helped.
“I’m going out with Warren,” Will said quickly, and cringed to watch his dad’s reaction. There were several seconds of dead silence as the color rose in the Commander’s face.
“What?!” he bellowed. “Going out with-? What the hell does that mean? When did this happen?”
“A couple of months ago-,” Will started.
“When you broke up with Layla?” his dad demanded. “Why did you do that? Layla’s a wonderful girl.”
Will had already explained to his dad that Layla and he had broke it off because they had decided, together, that they were better best friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. And his dad knew that already.
“I told you that already.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about! What kind of stupid stunt is this? Is this some kind of macho posturing, trying to embarrass your old man? You’re from a good family Will, and I don’t want you dragging our name through the dirt just because you’re-. Was this Warren’s idea? Some kind of way to get back at me for putting his dad in jail? Damn it, I know it was brutal on him and his mom, but you two don’t have to go out of your way to pull this kind of-.”
“Dad!” Will cut in quickly, before his dad could escalate this to a world-class felony. “It’s not Warren’s- I wanted to go out with him, it’s not some joke. He told me he liked me and he wanted me. I… I wanted to go out with him more than I wanted to go out with Layla.”
Steve Stronghold’s mouth dropped open in shock at this unexpected turn of events. And rapidly overcoming the shock was a very real undercurrent of distaste. Will found himself suddenly angry.
“Didn’t you tell me that we should be tolerant? I mean, even when Warren tried to kill me last year, I was still polite to him. You told me that he’d had a hard life and I shouldn’t take it too personally. You said I should try to be nice to him. He’s one of my best friends! And now he’s… he’s more than that, ok?”
While his dad still continued to gape at him, Will smothered his resentment. Both of his parents had taught him to be tolerant, but Will had seen for himself his dad’s reaction when he had told him he might be a sidekick instead of a hero. And even that was mild compared to the possibility that his son might be gay. Or bisexual. Will wasn’t sure yet, but the fine details of that wouldn’t really matter to his dad. Apparently it was ok for people to be tolerant… as long as Steven Stronghold didn’t have to deal with it up close and personal.
“More than that… Will, how the hell did you just- just- decide to start going out with a guy?”
“Warren told me he liked me. And I liked it a lot more than I had when Layla-.” Will stopped himself before he could say anything else, but the damage was already done.
“When Layla what?” The Commander demanded dangerously.
“Kissed me,” Will said softly, looking at his shoes.
“Kissed you? Warren kissed you? Is that why you decided to dump Layla?”
“Warren told me he liked me, and then he kissed me. And it was better than when I had done that with Layla, and I liked it a lot, and so I…” Will trailed off, flushing crimson. It was so damned hard to try to explain this to his dad. He didn’t want to tell his dad intimate details of how Warren kissed, of how much of his decision had been a pure visceral reaction to Warren’s expression of care.
“You dumped Layla Williams because Warren Peace, one of the biggest Casanovas at your school, and don’t think I don’t hear the other parents talking about it, decided that he’d add you to his… notches on his belt?”
“It’s not like that! He told me he loves me,” Will protested. Warren wasn’t toying with him, not with all the opening up he had done. Will had been going out with him for two months, over quadruple the longest relationship prior to Will. Warren hadn’t even glanced at another person whether Will was around or not. He did love Will.
The Commander didn’t take that very well though.
“He told you he loves you? Will, that’s the biggest pick-up line in the history of the world! I don’t care how he convinced you or what he told you, you are not gay! That boy is eighteen and he shouldn’t be messing around with younger kids. I don’t want him over here anymore. I won’t have it this in this house!” he roared.
“We didn’t do it in this house!” Will shot back, and then felt all the blood drain from his face. The second the words left his lips; he wished he could just sink into the earth and die.
The Commander turned purple.
“WHAT?!” he bellowed. A lightbulb seemed to go off over the Commander’s head. “When you were… when he was helping you with that history report? And you were at his house all weekend? And all those other weekends? Will, what the hell were you thinking?”
“It’s not like he can get me pregnant,” Will muttered, and then nearly clapped his hands over his mouth for stupidity. Oh crap, I just channeled Magenta, he thought. The last thing he needed to do was to give his dad more ammunition, but his mouth just wouldn’t stay shut.
The Commander’s face went from purple to white when Will imparted that zinger.
“You had-?” Since the cat was already out of the bag, Will just nodded miserably. The elder Stronghold’s expression suddenly turned crafty.
“He’s eighteen,” Steve said, his tone more even, though still very angry. “You turn sixteen next week. That’s statutory rape. I can get him thrown in prison with that father of his-.”
“Dad no!” Will shouted loudly. “I wanted him to do it. I asked him to do it. I like him, I really do. I trust him, he said he loved me.”
“He broke the law. It doesn’t matter even-,” Will’s dad stumbled over the sentence, “even if you wanted him to do it. He’s eighteen; you’re still a minor. It’s a crime. I need to make some calls-.”
“No!” Will yelled, panicking, and reached out to grab his dad’s arm to keep him from getting his phone. If there were an accusation like this, if this got on Warren’s record, he’d never be able to get a hero’s license. And Warren wanted that, badly. He wanted to be able to make up for the crimes his dad had committed, and if Will ended up being responsible for destroying Warren’s chance, he didn’t know how he’d deal with it. Or how Warren would deal with it.
“He tricked you Will. I don’t care what he said to you, or what he did to you. Maybe it even sounded real. But it was a lie. You have to believe me. He shouldn’t have even said anything to you, but he crossed several lines, and he has to own up to them,” his dad continued inexorably, trying to find stability in logic. Will almost wished he’d go back to yelling at him.
“Warren doesn’t lie. Dad, his mom’s the Peacemaker. You can’t lie around her; I studied her in class, I’ve met her, it’s true. Warren said he stopped trying to lie to her when he was three. He couldn’t have lied to me, and he wouldn’t have, even if he could about that,” Will said, scrambling to find some logic of his own that his dad couldn’t immediately dismiss. “Please, don’t call anyone.”
Steven Stronghold started to reach for his phone again, but was hung up by Will hanging on his arm. He tried to break his son’s grip, and found he couldn’t. That shock was as great as anything else Will had told him tonight. The Commander had finally met his match in strength… in his own son. That brought him up short; if Will hadn’t wanted Warren’s attentions, there was nothing Warren could have done to force Will to acquiesce.
Like most parents, Steve Stronghold still thought of Will as the little, squirming pink bundle he’d held in his arms nearly sixteen years ago. Despite the fact that Will had gotten his powers, he still sometimes thought of his little boy as just that: a little boy, needing to be protected against the bad things of the world. That had been Steve’s job for decades, and he couldn’t put that mindset aside lightly.
“This really isn’t some kind of joke-?”
“No dad,” Will said again, forcefully.
“Why now Will? Why did you just suddenly decide that you’re…?”
“I don’t know!” Will threw his hands up briefly in exasperation. “I really don’t. It’s like… I didn’t know what I was missing until he showed me. And I’ve kissed Layla before,” he added quickly, blushing furiously as he tried to explain something half-comprehended to his father. “Lots of times. And some other stuff. We didn’t have sex,” he hastened to assure his dad on that account. “And it was ok, it was nice. But Warren was just… so… much… better.”
Will trailed off, not sure how to finish, and looked at his shoes again, waiting for the axe to fall.
Will’s dad considered everything carefully, swallowed hard and heaved a sigh, his face still stormy.
“I’m going to talk this over with your mother and then we’ll decide what to do. We’ll talk to Joy Peace as well. But for now, give me your phone, I’m turning off your internet connection, and you’re grounded. Go to your room,” Steve said, looking like he’d just eaten something bitter, holding out his hand for Will’s phone.
Relieved to the point of nearly fainting, Will handed over his phone without a protest and walked upstairs, practically weak in the knees. He desperately wanted to contact Warren and warn him what to expect, but he was pretty much out of luck. He didn’t have a back-up phone like Zack, or a PDA like Ethan. Layla might be willing to play messenger, but it would be grossly unfair to ask her to send messages between Warren and him, even with what she’d said earlier today. Besides, Will was used to, and trained for, fighting his own battles. But with this… His mind was whirling, and he felt the strong need to sit down.
Will half-collapsed on his bed, his hands over his face. Why had he been so stupid? Why had he zinged off one-liners to his dad that were virtually guaranteed to ban Warren from ever seeing him again? Why had he mentioned having sex?!
Will’s breathing got ragged for long minutes as he played the day over and over in his head. He knew it had been a bad idea to let Warren kiss him in gym class, but he’d wanted to, dammit! In that moment, he hadn’t been thinking of consequences, he’d just wanted to celebrate. And when his friends hadn’t rejected him, and Layla had calmed down, Will had just hoped that the kiss wouldn’t get back to his parents for a day or so. No luck; probably someone had mentioned it at home, and then their parents had called his house.
In his mind’s eye Will could see his dad’s very real expression of disgust and disappointment, quickly covered by anger, and set his jaw mulishly. What was wrong with Warren? Steven Stronghold had been awkward, but completely civil around Warren before now, and had even pushed Will to make friends with him after last Homecoming. And despite Warren’s rebel-without-a-cause appearance, he didn’t have any kind of rap sheet or even get into much trouble. Heck, the first and so far only time Warren had ever been in detention was after that fight in the cafeteria.
So it had to be the fact that Warren was a guy. Not that Will didn’t think his dad wouldn’t have been mad if he’d been having sex with Layla, but there wouldn’t have been that underlying disgust. Will considered everything he and Warren had been doing for several long minutes and felt himself get even more angry with his dad.
If what he and Warren had been doing was wrong, then Will didn’t want to be right. Warren cared about him, and they had gotten together because they’d wanted to, not just because Warren was looking for a good time! Will felt he knew Warren nearly as well as he knew Layla, and they had something together that he realized he’d been missing.
When he’d been dating Layla, he’d missed some of the easy closeness they’d grown up with. There’d always been that tension of not knowing what Layla wanted from him, or what to do when he did figure it out. He’d lost part of their friendship when they’d been dating, and only gotten it back recently. He wondered if that was the reason why he’d never been very interested, physically, in Layla. But with Warren he hadn’t lost anything they’d had as just friends, and gained a hell of a lot more on the romantic and physical side. Warren didn’t push Will to do things, he showed him, and that had made all the difference.
Will ran that reasoning over in his head again, and gave a mental nod. Maybe he was just different because he needed something that he couldn’t explain to Layla. Maybe it was because he just didn’t understand girls that well. He liked them well enough… and, he admitted, the reason he’d been attracted to Gwen had been the fact she’d been the one to take charge. Maybe she’d sort of soured him on girls though; it was hard to say.
With Layla, there’d always been that barrier against complete empathy. He could never know exactly how something felt like to her, but with Warren, he had a lifetime of experience with what felt good to another guy. Maybe that was it. Or maybe it was because Warren both wasn’t afraid to show him what he liked and had no real ulterior motive (unlike Gwen).
Was it wrong though? Was it flat-out wrong to like, or love, another guy? Will’s dad seemed to think so, though he’d never come straight out and admitted it. And… well, Will wasn’t particularly religious, but he went to church with his parents every Sunday, and he knew what was said about it there. But there were a lot of things written against in the Bible that people didn’t think were sins anymore. Eating or wearing certain things, how women should act… Will shook his head. Well, murder was in there too, and he doubted that was going get legalized, ever.
Why did it have to be wrong? Why did he have to love someone that was the same sex he was? Will started breathing more harshly and shoved himself off the bed hard enough to crack the wood.
I love Warren. I loved him as a friend, and I love him the same, more, now. And maybe it’s some kind of wrong. And yeah, I’m not eighteen. But it, I-. I-. Will’s thoughts cut off as he slammed one fist into the other palm, not wanting to inadvertently destroy anything else in his room. I don’t care! I don’t care what my dad thinks about us together! It’s even legal for guys to marry in California, there’s other people like me out there, and this isn’t some kind of joke or, or, phase or something! This is real.
Will looked out the window, fists clenched tight, feeling his pulse through every part of his body. It was always like this before he fought in Save the Citizen, where he could feel the power he usually kept controlled, and knew he was going to be allowed to unleash it. Power and speed, muscle and bone, the most powerful kid at Sky High, the most powerful to-be-superhero in the world, confined to his room because he’d dared to admit that he was…
Outside of the window it was dark, with clouds covering the moon and the last foliage of summer still thick on the trees. Perfect cover. Will looked behind him again, expecting to see his dad bursting through the door at the bare thought of what he was going to do. In nearly sixteen years of life, Will Stronghold had never seriously disobeyed his parents. He was a guy that played by the rules, and he’d been raised to know that the rules with usually right. But now… the rules were against him, and Will wasn’t going to sit around until things got straightened out. Because that might never happen, and he couldn’t stand the waiting.
Opening up his bedroom window, Will flew out into the night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warren had been lying on his bed, listening to his mp3 player as he finished the last of his homework. He was just crunching the last few numbers of a physics problem when he heard someone knocking. On his window. Throwing aside his books and ripping off his earbuds, he was astonished to find Will floating outside his bedroom. Well… considering what had happened today, maybe not too astonished.
“Stronghold, what’s going on?” he asked in greeting, stomach starting to sink as he imagined the worst, opening the window and shutting it firmly behind his boyfriend.
“My dad found out,” Will said miserably, alighting on the bed. “He was waiting for me. We had a fight…”
Slowly Will relayed the entire conversation, while Warren listened in combined admiration for his courage, exasperation for speaking without thinking, and amusement at some of the inadvertent zingers.
“You have the tact of a supernova,” Warren summed up. “And then sneaking out-.”
“I didn’t want to wait for Dad to call your mom and ban you from seeing me,” Will said almost helplessly. “I just wanted to-.”
“See me one last time before they lock you up?” Warren suggested, his casual tone and expression belied by the heat he was giving off in distress.
“No! I mean, not one last time. I just figured, maybe we could work something out, find out some way…” Will trailed off as Warren got a faraway look.
“Maybe, but we’re going to have to talk to your dad eventually. What about your mom?”
“I think if she’d been there, things wouldn’t have gotten so bad. But she won’t be home for two days, even if Dad calls her and she comes home right now, it’ll be at least an hour, and I know they’re going to want to talk first. So I don’t know what to do! What about your mom?” Will asked a bit plaintively.
“She’d talk to your dad, and I know she’d be good at keeping him from freaking out, but she won’t be home for at least an hour; she got a call and she’s out on a mission,” Warren explained. Will looked frustrated, but didn’t suggest Warren go talk to Steven Stronghold himself. That would have been a recipe for disaster.
“Ok… so what do we do right now?” Will asked frantically.
“Get you relaxed so that when Mom comes home you don’t accidentally punch a hole in the wall,” Warren said with a bit of forced casualness. Will looked surprised for a second, and then frustrated and a bit angry.
“Warren, this is important!”
“I know,” Warren said, his voice unexpectedly soft. He stepped right in front of Will and leaned forward, putting his hand on the bed on either side of Will’s legs, effectively trapping him there. “Look at me, I know. You were probably spending the last hour wondering what the hell was wrong with you, and how things got so damn complicated. I’ve already done that… fuck, I’m still doing it sometimes. You’re probably going to get headaches from thinking so hard, but you have to mostly figure this out on your own. I just want to make sure you know that I’m going to be here if you need to talk or anything.”
“I…” Will trailed off
“If you want to stop going out until you’ve talked to your parents-,” Warren started reluctantly.
“No!” Will said quickly. “No, I don’t want to stop.”
“I know,” Warren said with a bit of a smirk. He leaned in a bit farther, until he was right in Will’s space. “Now, about relaxing?”
Will was wavering, desire for Warren warring with the caution tonight had instilled in him.
“When my dad finds out I’m gone he’ll come here,” Will pointed out. Bad enough to be caught after sneaking out. Infinitely worse to be caught in Warren’s room after sneaking out.
“Stronghold,” Warren breathed right in his ear, “When was the last time you snuck out?”
“Uh…” Will rapidly considered. “Never.”
“Exactly. As far as your dad knows, you’re stuck stewing in your room for the rest of the night.”
“Oh.”
“So?” Warren persisted, his breath nearly burning on Will’s skin. Will swallowed hard, and then tilted back his head to let Warren in.
“Yeah,” Will whispered. “Please.”
“Love you,” Warren said softly, and then kissed him hard, fiery hot lips and tongue dominating Will’s mouth, bodies pressed together through clothes. “I love you Will.”
Will felt himself going slack under Warren’s kiss, the fire burning away all the tension, fear, and uncertainty, until kissing him back was the only important thing. All the times Layla had helped him through some kind of difficulty flickered through his mind, of quiet conversation and commiseration, and how this was so different, yet not really. The physical part of it helped immensely; the kissing, the being held (not cuddled, that was a little too… too even for Will), it all helped.
Will just let go, let Warren pour his fire through him. This wasn’t the more frantic, but still extremely pleasurable, stuff they did on Saturday nights, but it was just as satisfying, in some odd way. Warren only broke his kiss once, to get the shirts off of both of them, but didn’t feel the need to go farther than that. The skin-on-skin contact alone was almost too intense, and Will gasped into Warren’s mouth as the feel of them half-crushed together, Warren’s hands in his hair and stroking down his side, Warren’s tongue wrapped around his own, made him surge and cry out in release, tension finally leaving him.
Seemingly satisfied at that, Warren slowly pulled away from him a little, arms wrapped around him loosely. Warren laid down behind Will for several long moments, until Will’s breathing had gone back to normal. Will, slowly recovering, could feel not only the welcoming sensation of Warren’s heat radiating into him, but also an insistent hardness pressing behind him. Warren hadn’t done anything about it though, and Will had a sneaking suspicion that it was because he felt Will might be feeling a little too weirded out for sex.
On one hand, Will was kind of appreciative that Warren could hold off on satisfying himself until Will was back on firm mental ground. On the other hand though… Will wasn’t made of glass. What had happened tonight, Will decided, wasn’t going to change how he felt about Warren. And it was high time he did something about that… and right now he didn’t really care what anyone thought about it but Warren.
“What do you want to do now?” Warren asked, glad to see Will finally relaxed. Will had been awfully quiet for several long minutes, and Warren wanted to make sure he wasn’t having second thoughts. Will seemed to consider that for a moment, and Warren could tell he was blushing from the redness of his neck. Slowly he reached down and pulled up Warren’s hand from his hip and drew Warren’s fingers into his mouth, sucking on them gently for a moment.
Warren closed his eyes in pleasure, and then opened them again in surprise when Will removed Warren’s hand and turned around to face him, licking his lips. Warren didn’t really need an interpreter for that gesture, and felt his already hard cock twitching at the idea of what was coming next.
“You really want to?” Warren asked instead. Will was flushing very red, perhaps not as much in embarrassment as in partial fear, anticipation, and nervousness. When Warren had tried this for the first time, he hadn’t been a whole lot calmer, truth to tell.
“I… yeah. I want to try,” Will said softly, his eyes darting from Warren’s bulging pants to his face and back again. Warren smiled a bit, practically seeing the thoughts in Will’s head. He had just crossed some kind of mental bridge, but might need a bit of help on the other side.
Warren didn’t mind if Will hadn’t been interested in learning, but the idea of it had him really hot right now. And he wanted to make it as good for Will as he could. Fucking Will was one thing; there Warren could be in complete control and could make sure everything was as perfect for his boyfriend as possible. With fellatio Will would have to act, instead of just react.
It was a step Warren wanted to make sure Will was ready for. In the back of Warren’s mind, he knew that if Will suddenly had a crisis of conscience before tonight he could always say he’d always taken and never given. But if he became a more active participant in their relationship, sex-wise, it was a large line to cross. Of course, the fine distinctions of that were hard to ponder when Warren wanted Will to do this so very badly. He hadn’t expected anything for himself, once he’d heard what Will had said earlier tonight, and this was a totally unexpected gift.
“Come on, I’ll show you,” Warren said, shucking his jeans and boxers, crossing to the end of the bed, and standing with his back against the rail at the foot. Warren had enough experience that he could easily go down on Will from nearly any position he cared to, but for Will’s first time, he wanted the angles to be easy. That meant him standing and Will on his knees, an idea that had given him some very intense wet dreams before now. And with the rail behind him, Warren could grab it for support if things got too intense and his knees gave out. Nothing ruined a good blowjob like getting a case of jelly knees in the middle of it.
Will wasn’t entirely ignorant of how things had to work either, but his mouth was dry when Warren gestured him down.
“Are you sure?” Warren asked again, and Will looked up at his boyfriend from the new angle, newly appreciative of his sculpted body. He looked good, sexy and hot and infinitely desirable. It didn’t matter that Warren was a guy, it didn’t, no matter what his dad had said. There was nothing wrong with being with Warren; they were best friends, and now they were… were… lovers. Will wasn’t quite sure if he was ready to use that word, but that didn’t matter right now.
“Yes,” Will said simply, knowing he was blushing hard, cock starting to ache in seeing Warren’s twitch in anticipation. Even as the throbbing his groin intensified, there was a deep thrill of something like fear in his stomach. It scared him a little, that he was going to do this. He’d never done it before, and even if he wanted to give something back to his boyfriend, he wasn’t sure if he could do it well.
Warren could practically feel Will’s inner conflict, and the long moment of hesitation gave it away. He might hate himself in a minute for doing this, but he had to say something.
“Stronghold, if you’re just doing this to prove your dad wrong-,” Warren said, feeling a familiar thread of self-loathing crawling in his stomach.
Will started and glared up at Warren.
“I’m not,” Will said through gritted teeth, and stood back up. He wasn’t the best with words, and he hated looking like an idiot in front of Warren, so he grabbed Warren’s shoulders to meet his eyes squarely. “I don’t care what my dad thinks about us-.”
“You should!” Warren interrupted harshly, Will’s words finally touching a nerve. “At least he cares enough to try to protect you from me.”
The unspoken words, the previous discussions that Baron Battle hadn’t cared enough about his own wife and son to stop his murderous plan for world domination, didn’t need to be said again.
“I don’t need to be protected from you Warren! I love you,” Will said, the fear in his stomach, the curling terror of his father’s disapproval twisting into fear of losing what he had with Warren. He’d just barely found the edges of something huge; romantic love in all its contradictory glory, and he wasn’t going to be forced away from it before he’d had a chance to explore, not by his dad, and not by his own nervousness.
Warren’s hands were shaking when he clasped Will’s shoulders in return, eyes a little wide. He’d once said to himself that he’d wanted to hear that Will loved him, not said on the cusp or aftermath of orgasm, but when he was calm, sober, and clothed. Will wasn’t exactly calm or sober, and he definitely wasn’t fully clothed, but he sounded as sincere as Warren’s cynical mind could wish.
“I love you,” Warren said softly, fire-hot skin sliding around Will as he embraced him. Will hugged him back hard enough for joints to pop before letting Warren go. “I just wanted to make sure you-.”
“Shut up,” Will said amicably, sinking to his knees again. Warren clutched the bed rail as Will hesitantly slid one hand up the inside of Warren’s thigh. Warren opened himself up a little and smiled down at Will. Even if Will knew now that he really wanted to do this, it was all still pretty new to him. For long minutes there was just caressing and gentle touching, and even though Warren felt like he might explode from frustration alone, he tried to keep his cool.
“Just do what you’re comfortable with,” Warren said quietly, beginning to resign himself to just the hesitant touches, when Will suddenly grasped Warren’s cock in a firm and surprisingly authoritative grip. Warren gasped and grabbed the rail harder, looking down at Will with surprise.
Will was looking at Warren’s reaction, and when an encouraging smile followed, slowly began to stroke.
“That’s good, good, slower…” Warren murmured, wanting to draw things out. Hot as he was, he wouldn’t last long if Will went too hard or too fast. Will’s hand obediently slowed down into long, firm strokes down the hot length of Warren’s shaft, and Warren shuddered slightly at the feeling beginning to build in his groin.
Will slowed down a little more, his second hand tentatively stroking Warren’s balls with infinite gentleness. Warren’s eyes half-closed as he just let the combination of feathery touches and strong, slow stroking flow and merge within him. The other people who’d done this for him hadn’t ever given him this combination of strong and soft, and Warren liked it a hell of a lot. And he liked it even more when he could feel Will’s breath starting to tickle the end of his cock.
Looking down again, he could see Will was staring, watching his hand stroking, watching Warren’s cock, drifting toward the red, swollen head as if compelled. It was tantalizing, watching Will just millimeters away from where Warren wanted him, and Warren’s cock was twitching, straining towards Will.
Drops of pre-cum were starting to ooze, betraying Warren’s eagerness, and Will could hear his own heart thundering in his ears. Warren’s accusation, that Will was doing this only to prove his dad wrong, had rankled, partially because Will feared it was true. It scared him that he was doing this, partially out of guilt, but also because he’d been fantasizing about it. A year with Layla, a whole year, and he’d never had dreams like that about her. He’d never had dreams of doing things to her, kissing her, making love to her. Not like with Warren.
With Warren, his dreams had included fantasies he hadn’t known he was even capable of. And one of them, well, make that several of them, included this: being on his knees in front of Warren, his hot cock in Will’s mouth, moans from Warren’s throat, and Will’s own cock in his hand, steel hard and straining to release, but not being able to let go until Warren did…
And here he was, the first part of his fantasy fulfilled. Tension and fear crashed and mingled, and Will’s groin throbbed in reaction. Opening his mouth to gasp, Warren involuntarily thrust forward a bit, and the tip of Warren’s cock tickled Will’s tongue. The pre-cum taste flooded his mouth, salty and musky, and not bitter, but almost smoky.
Pure Warren, he realized, and his whole body began to tingle. He wanted this, and he wanted it badly. Now.
Opening his mouth, he closed it around the head of Warren’s cock, his tongue sliding around it, like it had on Warren’s fingers, tracing ridges and veins and dips. This isn’t bad, Will realized, feeling the softness of the swollen head in his mouth, and pushed further onto the shaft, feeling the narrower hot hardness beneath his lips. I think I like it…
“No teeth, no teeth,” Warren warned, and Will opened his mouth a little wider, pressing harder with his lips and tongue. He could feel how it got easier to slide along as it got wetter, and let his tongue move all around, easing the way. Drops of pre-cum kept splashing the back of his tongue as Warren’s cock twitched in his mouth, and the taste was actually making Will even more excited. One hand dropped to his own groin and rapidly undid his belt and jeans to get at his own swollen member, stroking slowly, in time with his mouth on Warren’s cock.
Warren had a death-grip on the bed rail as Will finally overcame whatever reluctance was in his head and took Warren into his mouth. He hadn’t meant to thrust at him, but he’d nearly lost control and begged, and that would never do. It hadn’t mattered though, because right now Will was willingly taking him in deep, without any encouragement and damn little instruction. Still, things might get a little painful in a second if he didn’t tender some advice.
Will kept himself from jumping when he felt Warren’s hand on his jaw, but obediently moved the angle of his head and neck so they were more lined up.
“That’s it, that’ll be easier. Just go as far as you want, I don’t want you to gag,” Warren said, his voice sounding a bit distant. “Use your tongue a bit, yeah… that’s it. Relax your throat…”
Will paid attention, and suddenly found things moving together a lot easier. The hot skin was sliding under his lips and tongue as he slowly moved himself up and down the shaft, and with the new angle, it found it easier to slide more and more of Warren into his mouth. The smoky, musky taste was thick in his nostrils, and the feeling of the soft, swollen head and the smooth, hot shaft in his mouth was incredible.
I like it, I really like it, Will thought, the tightness in his stomach echoing the growing tightness in his cock. He dared a look upwards, and nearly forgot to breathe when he saw Warren looking back down at him. Lust and, he realized now, love was standing naked in Warren’s eyes. The lust was a given, but the love, and the trust that went with it, was something he hadn’t seen before, at least not like this.
I want him to look at me that way, Will thought. I want this, I want him. I want him to cum like he makes me cum. I want to see his face when he does.
Will had never seen that, never seen the results of their lovemaking at the moment of climax for both of them. I love Warren. I love Warren and I want to do this for him because I love him and he’s loving this, and… and… I’m loving this.
The feel of the hot shaft sliding down Will’s throat, and Warren’s involuntary twitches and uninhibited little noises were driving Will to an incredible pitch of excitement. He wanted to see how far he could go, breathing be damned, and tried to go farther and farther. His hand got in the way, and he moved it to clutch at Warren’s muscular ass, his other hand still stroking his own cock. The heat slid down Will’s throat, but he didn’t find himself gagging, not even when he found his nose pressed against Warren’s stomach.
Will swallowed involuntarily, throat muscles rippling around Warren’s cock, and suddenly Warren’s hand fisted hard in his hair.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Warren breathed, his hand kneading Will’s locks. “That feels so fucking good.”
Will couldn’t exactly ask, “Do you really think so?” with his mouth full, but he tried a vague interrogative noise deep in his throat. Warren’s hands tightened in Will’s hair as the vibrations traveled up his cock, and Will stilled himself out of reaction.
“I’m so close,” Warren said in a strangled voice, eyes locking with Will’s. “I’m gonna cum Will.”
Will couldn’t look away from Warren as he swallowed again, and Warren’s face lit up with ecstasy as he swelled and exploded pulse after pulse of burning hot spunk down Will’s throat. Will held hard onto Warren, the feeling of the searing semen and Warren’s strangled gasp of pleasure setting him off. Groaning deep in his chest and ignoring Warren’s frantic grip on his hair at the feelings that set off in him, Will exploded all over his hand, shuddering and finally relaxing as the incredible sexual high mellowed out into smooth lassitude where he felt he could stay forever.
It seemed to take ages before they were both ready to move, and Will slowly released Warren from his mouth.
“God,” Warren said, slowly dropping to his knees. “God that was amazing.”
“I love you Warren,” Will said, reaching out to hold Warren to him. He didn’t want this to be some kind of swan song. He wanted this to be part of them, just part of what they did together.
“Damn Will,” Warren said, nails digging into Will’s shoulders before they let go. “I love you too, ok? Do that too often and I’m going to forget how to talk!”
“Why?” Will asked, almost laughing at Warren’s reaction. He didn’t know what he’d been so afraid about a few minutes before; it hadn’t exactly been easy, but it had been intensely satisfying, and the first real time Will had taken willing initiative in their relationship. And it wasn’t really that scary at all.
“It’s damn hard to think when you’ve had your brains sucked out through your cock, Stronghold,” Warren admonished, and Will finally did laugh. “Look, we’re going to get through this somehow, all right? Together,” Warren said firmly
“Got it,” Will said. That’s what superheroes did, right? Conquer the insurmountable obstacles. And between the both of them, all they had to conquer was Will’s dad, and anyone else that didn’t approve. Well, no one said superhero work had to be easy.
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Stop Chapter 4: Rocking the Boat
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Sky High
Characters/Pairing: Warren/Will
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7,255
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: When the other shoe drops, it lands with a bang.
When Will got home, his dad was waiting for him in the hall. It was uncannily like the day he had gotten into the fight with Warren last year, except this time he didn’t rip the door off, and his mother wasn’t there, having flown to D.C. for a conference. By the stoic-yet-stormy look on Steve Stronghold’s face, Will knew he knew about what had happened at school today. But maybe if he just played it cool he wouldn’t ask…
“Hey Dad.”
“William Theodore Stronghold. How was school today? Did anything interesting happen?” his dad asked in measured tones. The use of his full name was a red flag, especially from his dad. Will knew the jig was already up, but he tried to keep it casual.
“Uh… went ok. I got my history paper back. I got an A minus,” he said, not quite meeting his dad’s eyes, dropping his backpack to the floor and extracting the report.
History had used to be Will’s weakest subject, until he’d gotten to Sky High. Specifically, until he’d met Warren, oddly enough. After being blindsided by the fact that he had a built-in archenemy, Will had realized he was going to inherit all of his dad’s enemies the day he graduated. Not wanting to make the same mistake twice, he had begun reading the Superhero Chronicles, graphic novel accounts of lives of past superheroes, in order to get a handle on who he might be facing. Finally that research had started to pay off.
His dad should have been thrilled that Will had gotten an A. Will’s grades were decent, but he didn’t often get A’s. When he did, his parents always made a big deal out of it, hopefully to encourage him to get more. It was bad when Dad barely looked at it and said nothing.
“Umm… Mr. Medulla’s class was pretty cool. We got to test out a shrink ray-.”
“Anything interesting happen in gym class?” his dad interrupted. Will was getting more and more nervous. His dad was looking less and less like his dad, less and less than even Steve Stronghold, real estate agent. Despite the fact that he didn’t have his costume and was still wearing his glasses, right now he was looking and sounding a lot more like the Commander. And the Commander in a rage was never a good thing.
“Yeah, Warren and I were, um, teamed up, and we won against Lash and Speed,” Will started, almost stumbling over the sentence. He had nearly said he and Warren were “paired” up, or “partnered” up, but didn’t want his dad to read too much into it. Not that any word choice was going to help at this point.
“Coach Boomer had the motion sensor lasers out, and it was really hard because he had them on random, but Warren kept Lash and Speed busy so I could thread them, and we rescued the citizen with like ten seconds to spare.” Will knew he was starting to babble, but he couldn’t help it. “It was a really good win.”
“And then what?” he dad pressed. Will’s stomach started to sink.
“Uh, we got some applause and stuff and by then it was almost time for lunch and so-.”
“You kissed Warren Peace! In front of your entire gym class!” The Commander bellowed. There was no hint of Will’s dad in his demeanor now. “Was that a joke? Did someone dare you or make a bet? What?”
“I, um, well, I’m-.”
The Commander waited, arms crossed, his eyes hard. Will swallowed and took a deep breath. He couldn’t keep this hidden forever. He wished his mom was here, she might be a little more reasonable, but it couldn’t be helped.
“I’m going out with Warren,” Will said quickly, and cringed to watch his dad’s reaction. There were several seconds of dead silence as the color rose in the Commander’s face.
“What?!” he bellowed. “Going out with-? What the hell does that mean? When did this happen?”
“A couple of months ago-,” Will started.
“When you broke up with Layla?” his dad demanded. “Why did you do that? Layla’s a wonderful girl.”
Will had already explained to his dad that Layla and he had broke it off because they had decided, together, that they were better best friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. And his dad knew that already.
“I told you that already.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about! What kind of stupid stunt is this? Is this some kind of macho posturing, trying to embarrass your old man? You’re from a good family Will, and I don’t want you dragging our name through the dirt just because you’re-. Was this Warren’s idea? Some kind of way to get back at me for putting his dad in jail? Damn it, I know it was brutal on him and his mom, but you two don’t have to go out of your way to pull this kind of-.”
“Dad!” Will cut in quickly, before his dad could escalate this to a world-class felony. “It’s not Warren’s- I wanted to go out with him, it’s not some joke. He told me he liked me and he wanted me. I… I wanted to go out with him more than I wanted to go out with Layla.”
Steve Stronghold’s mouth dropped open in shock at this unexpected turn of events. And rapidly overcoming the shock was a very real undercurrent of distaste. Will found himself suddenly angry.
“Didn’t you tell me that we should be tolerant? I mean, even when Warren tried to kill me last year, I was still polite to him. You told me that he’d had a hard life and I shouldn’t take it too personally. You said I should try to be nice to him. He’s one of my best friends! And now he’s… he’s more than that, ok?”
While his dad still continued to gape at him, Will smothered his resentment. Both of his parents had taught him to be tolerant, but Will had seen for himself his dad’s reaction when he had told him he might be a sidekick instead of a hero. And even that was mild compared to the possibility that his son might be gay. Or bisexual. Will wasn’t sure yet, but the fine details of that wouldn’t really matter to his dad. Apparently it was ok for people to be tolerant… as long as Steven Stronghold didn’t have to deal with it up close and personal.
“More than that… Will, how the hell did you just- just- decide to start going out with a guy?”
“Warren told me he liked me. And I liked it a lot more than I had when Layla-.” Will stopped himself before he could say anything else, but the damage was already done.
“When Layla what?” The Commander demanded dangerously.
“Kissed me,” Will said softly, looking at his shoes.
“Kissed you? Warren kissed you? Is that why you decided to dump Layla?”
“Warren told me he liked me, and then he kissed me. And it was better than when I had done that with Layla, and I liked it a lot, and so I…” Will trailed off, flushing crimson. It was so damned hard to try to explain this to his dad. He didn’t want to tell his dad intimate details of how Warren kissed, of how much of his decision had been a pure visceral reaction to Warren’s expression of care.
“You dumped Layla Williams because Warren Peace, one of the biggest Casanovas at your school, and don’t think I don’t hear the other parents talking about it, decided that he’d add you to his… notches on his belt?”
“It’s not like that! He told me he loves me,” Will protested. Warren wasn’t toying with him, not with all the opening up he had done. Will had been going out with him for two months, over quadruple the longest relationship prior to Will. Warren hadn’t even glanced at another person whether Will was around or not. He did love Will.
The Commander didn’t take that very well though.
“He told you he loves you? Will, that’s the biggest pick-up line in the history of the world! I don’t care how he convinced you or what he told you, you are not gay! That boy is eighteen and he shouldn’t be messing around with younger kids. I don’t want him over here anymore. I won’t have it this in this house!” he roared.
“We didn’t do it in this house!” Will shot back, and then felt all the blood drain from his face. The second the words left his lips; he wished he could just sink into the earth and die.
The Commander turned purple.
“WHAT?!” he bellowed. A lightbulb seemed to go off over the Commander’s head. “When you were… when he was helping you with that history report? And you were at his house all weekend? And all those other weekends? Will, what the hell were you thinking?”
“It’s not like he can get me pregnant,” Will muttered, and then nearly clapped his hands over his mouth for stupidity. Oh crap, I just channeled Magenta, he thought. The last thing he needed to do was to give his dad more ammunition, but his mouth just wouldn’t stay shut.
The Commander’s face went from purple to white when Will imparted that zinger.
“You had-?” Since the cat was already out of the bag, Will just nodded miserably. The elder Stronghold’s expression suddenly turned crafty.
“He’s eighteen,” Steve said, his tone more even, though still very angry. “You turn sixteen next week. That’s statutory rape. I can get him thrown in prison with that father of his-.”
“Dad no!” Will shouted loudly. “I wanted him to do it. I asked him to do it. I like him, I really do. I trust him, he said he loved me.”
“He broke the law. It doesn’t matter even-,” Will’s dad stumbled over the sentence, “even if you wanted him to do it. He’s eighteen; you’re still a minor. It’s a crime. I need to make some calls-.”
“No!” Will yelled, panicking, and reached out to grab his dad’s arm to keep him from getting his phone. If there were an accusation like this, if this got on Warren’s record, he’d never be able to get a hero’s license. And Warren wanted that, badly. He wanted to be able to make up for the crimes his dad had committed, and if Will ended up being responsible for destroying Warren’s chance, he didn’t know how he’d deal with it. Or how Warren would deal with it.
“He tricked you Will. I don’t care what he said to you, or what he did to you. Maybe it even sounded real. But it was a lie. You have to believe me. He shouldn’t have even said anything to you, but he crossed several lines, and he has to own up to them,” his dad continued inexorably, trying to find stability in logic. Will almost wished he’d go back to yelling at him.
“Warren doesn’t lie. Dad, his mom’s the Peacemaker. You can’t lie around her; I studied her in class, I’ve met her, it’s true. Warren said he stopped trying to lie to her when he was three. He couldn’t have lied to me, and he wouldn’t have, even if he could about that,” Will said, scrambling to find some logic of his own that his dad couldn’t immediately dismiss. “Please, don’t call anyone.”
Steven Stronghold started to reach for his phone again, but was hung up by Will hanging on his arm. He tried to break his son’s grip, and found he couldn’t. That shock was as great as anything else Will had told him tonight. The Commander had finally met his match in strength… in his own son. That brought him up short; if Will hadn’t wanted Warren’s attentions, there was nothing Warren could have done to force Will to acquiesce.
Like most parents, Steve Stronghold still thought of Will as the little, squirming pink bundle he’d held in his arms nearly sixteen years ago. Despite the fact that Will had gotten his powers, he still sometimes thought of his little boy as just that: a little boy, needing to be protected against the bad things of the world. That had been Steve’s job for decades, and he couldn’t put that mindset aside lightly.
“This really isn’t some kind of joke-?”
“No dad,” Will said again, forcefully.
“Why now Will? Why did you just suddenly decide that you’re…?”
“I don’t know!” Will threw his hands up briefly in exasperation. “I really don’t. It’s like… I didn’t know what I was missing until he showed me. And I’ve kissed Layla before,” he added quickly, blushing furiously as he tried to explain something half-comprehended to his father. “Lots of times. And some other stuff. We didn’t have sex,” he hastened to assure his dad on that account. “And it was ok, it was nice. But Warren was just… so… much… better.”
Will trailed off, not sure how to finish, and looked at his shoes again, waiting for the axe to fall.
Will’s dad considered everything carefully, swallowed hard and heaved a sigh, his face still stormy.
“I’m going to talk this over with your mother and then we’ll decide what to do. We’ll talk to Joy Peace as well. But for now, give me your phone, I’m turning off your internet connection, and you’re grounded. Go to your room,” Steve said, looking like he’d just eaten something bitter, holding out his hand for Will’s phone.
Relieved to the point of nearly fainting, Will handed over his phone without a protest and walked upstairs, practically weak in the knees. He desperately wanted to contact Warren and warn him what to expect, but he was pretty much out of luck. He didn’t have a back-up phone like Zack, or a PDA like Ethan. Layla might be willing to play messenger, but it would be grossly unfair to ask her to send messages between Warren and him, even with what she’d said earlier today. Besides, Will was used to, and trained for, fighting his own battles. But with this… His mind was whirling, and he felt the strong need to sit down.
Will half-collapsed on his bed, his hands over his face. Why had he been so stupid? Why had he zinged off one-liners to his dad that were virtually guaranteed to ban Warren from ever seeing him again? Why had he mentioned having sex?!
Will’s breathing got ragged for long minutes as he played the day over and over in his head. He knew it had been a bad idea to let Warren kiss him in gym class, but he’d wanted to, dammit! In that moment, he hadn’t been thinking of consequences, he’d just wanted to celebrate. And when his friends hadn’t rejected him, and Layla had calmed down, Will had just hoped that the kiss wouldn’t get back to his parents for a day or so. No luck; probably someone had mentioned it at home, and then their parents had called his house.
In his mind’s eye Will could see his dad’s very real expression of disgust and disappointment, quickly covered by anger, and set his jaw mulishly. What was wrong with Warren? Steven Stronghold had been awkward, but completely civil around Warren before now, and had even pushed Will to make friends with him after last Homecoming. And despite Warren’s rebel-without-a-cause appearance, he didn’t have any kind of rap sheet or even get into much trouble. Heck, the first and so far only time Warren had ever been in detention was after that fight in the cafeteria.
So it had to be the fact that Warren was a guy. Not that Will didn’t think his dad wouldn’t have been mad if he’d been having sex with Layla, but there wouldn’t have been that underlying disgust. Will considered everything he and Warren had been doing for several long minutes and felt himself get even more angry with his dad.
If what he and Warren had been doing was wrong, then Will didn’t want to be right. Warren cared about him, and they had gotten together because they’d wanted to, not just because Warren was looking for a good time! Will felt he knew Warren nearly as well as he knew Layla, and they had something together that he realized he’d been missing.
When he’d been dating Layla, he’d missed some of the easy closeness they’d grown up with. There’d always been that tension of not knowing what Layla wanted from him, or what to do when he did figure it out. He’d lost part of their friendship when they’d been dating, and only gotten it back recently. He wondered if that was the reason why he’d never been very interested, physically, in Layla. But with Warren he hadn’t lost anything they’d had as just friends, and gained a hell of a lot more on the romantic and physical side. Warren didn’t push Will to do things, he showed him, and that had made all the difference.
Will ran that reasoning over in his head again, and gave a mental nod. Maybe he was just different because he needed something that he couldn’t explain to Layla. Maybe it was because he just didn’t understand girls that well. He liked them well enough… and, he admitted, the reason he’d been attracted to Gwen had been the fact she’d been the one to take charge. Maybe she’d sort of soured him on girls though; it was hard to say.
With Layla, there’d always been that barrier against complete empathy. He could never know exactly how something felt like to her, but with Warren, he had a lifetime of experience with what felt good to another guy. Maybe that was it. Or maybe it was because Warren both wasn’t afraid to show him what he liked and had no real ulterior motive (unlike Gwen).
Was it wrong though? Was it flat-out wrong to like, or love, another guy? Will’s dad seemed to think so, though he’d never come straight out and admitted it. And… well, Will wasn’t particularly religious, but he went to church with his parents every Sunday, and he knew what was said about it there. But there were a lot of things written against in the Bible that people didn’t think were sins anymore. Eating or wearing certain things, how women should act… Will shook his head. Well, murder was in there too, and he doubted that was going get legalized, ever.
Why did it have to be wrong? Why did he have to love someone that was the same sex he was? Will started breathing more harshly and shoved himself off the bed hard enough to crack the wood.
I love Warren. I loved him as a friend, and I love him the same, more, now. And maybe it’s some kind of wrong. And yeah, I’m not eighteen. But it, I-. I-. Will’s thoughts cut off as he slammed one fist into the other palm, not wanting to inadvertently destroy anything else in his room. I don’t care! I don’t care what my dad thinks about us together! It’s even legal for guys to marry in California, there’s other people like me out there, and this isn’t some kind of joke or, or, phase or something! This is real.
Will looked out the window, fists clenched tight, feeling his pulse through every part of his body. It was always like this before he fought in Save the Citizen, where he could feel the power he usually kept controlled, and knew he was going to be allowed to unleash it. Power and speed, muscle and bone, the most powerful kid at Sky High, the most powerful to-be-superhero in the world, confined to his room because he’d dared to admit that he was…
Outside of the window it was dark, with clouds covering the moon and the last foliage of summer still thick on the trees. Perfect cover. Will looked behind him again, expecting to see his dad bursting through the door at the bare thought of what he was going to do. In nearly sixteen years of life, Will Stronghold had never seriously disobeyed his parents. He was a guy that played by the rules, and he’d been raised to know that the rules with usually right. But now… the rules were against him, and Will wasn’t going to sit around until things got straightened out. Because that might never happen, and he couldn’t stand the waiting.
Opening up his bedroom window, Will flew out into the night.
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Warren had been lying on his bed, listening to his mp3 player as he finished the last of his homework. He was just crunching the last few numbers of a physics problem when he heard someone knocking. On his window. Throwing aside his books and ripping off his earbuds, he was astonished to find Will floating outside his bedroom. Well… considering what had happened today, maybe not too astonished.
“Stronghold, what’s going on?” he asked in greeting, stomach starting to sink as he imagined the worst, opening the window and shutting it firmly behind his boyfriend.
“My dad found out,” Will said miserably, alighting on the bed. “He was waiting for me. We had a fight…”
Slowly Will relayed the entire conversation, while Warren listened in combined admiration for his courage, exasperation for speaking without thinking, and amusement at some of the inadvertent zingers.
“You have the tact of a supernova,” Warren summed up. “And then sneaking out-.”
“I didn’t want to wait for Dad to call your mom and ban you from seeing me,” Will said almost helplessly. “I just wanted to-.”
“See me one last time before they lock you up?” Warren suggested, his casual tone and expression belied by the heat he was giving off in distress.
“No! I mean, not one last time. I just figured, maybe we could work something out, find out some way…” Will trailed off as Warren got a faraway look.
“Maybe, but we’re going to have to talk to your dad eventually. What about your mom?”
“I think if she’d been there, things wouldn’t have gotten so bad. But she won’t be home for two days, even if Dad calls her and she comes home right now, it’ll be at least an hour, and I know they’re going to want to talk first. So I don’t know what to do! What about your mom?” Will asked a bit plaintively.
“She’d talk to your dad, and I know she’d be good at keeping him from freaking out, but she won’t be home for at least an hour; she got a call and she’s out on a mission,” Warren explained. Will looked frustrated, but didn’t suggest Warren go talk to Steven Stronghold himself. That would have been a recipe for disaster.
“Ok… so what do we do right now?” Will asked frantically.
“Get you relaxed so that when Mom comes home you don’t accidentally punch a hole in the wall,” Warren said with a bit of forced casualness. Will looked surprised for a second, and then frustrated and a bit angry.
“Warren, this is important!”
“I know,” Warren said, his voice unexpectedly soft. He stepped right in front of Will and leaned forward, putting his hand on the bed on either side of Will’s legs, effectively trapping him there. “Look at me, I know. You were probably spending the last hour wondering what the hell was wrong with you, and how things got so damn complicated. I’ve already done that… fuck, I’m still doing it sometimes. You’re probably going to get headaches from thinking so hard, but you have to mostly figure this out on your own. I just want to make sure you know that I’m going to be here if you need to talk or anything.”
“I…” Will trailed off
“If you want to stop going out until you’ve talked to your parents-,” Warren started reluctantly.
“No!” Will said quickly. “No, I don’t want to stop.”
“I know,” Warren said with a bit of a smirk. He leaned in a bit farther, until he was right in Will’s space. “Now, about relaxing?”
Will was wavering, desire for Warren warring with the caution tonight had instilled in him.
“When my dad finds out I’m gone he’ll come here,” Will pointed out. Bad enough to be caught after sneaking out. Infinitely worse to be caught in Warren’s room after sneaking out.
“Stronghold,” Warren breathed right in his ear, “When was the last time you snuck out?”
“Uh…” Will rapidly considered. “Never.”
“Exactly. As far as your dad knows, you’re stuck stewing in your room for the rest of the night.”
“Oh.”
“So?” Warren persisted, his breath nearly burning on Will’s skin. Will swallowed hard, and then tilted back his head to let Warren in.
“Yeah,” Will whispered. “Please.”
“Love you,” Warren said softly, and then kissed him hard, fiery hot lips and tongue dominating Will’s mouth, bodies pressed together through clothes. “I love you Will.”
Will felt himself going slack under Warren’s kiss, the fire burning away all the tension, fear, and uncertainty, until kissing him back was the only important thing. All the times Layla had helped him through some kind of difficulty flickered through his mind, of quiet conversation and commiseration, and how this was so different, yet not really. The physical part of it helped immensely; the kissing, the being held (not cuddled, that was a little too… too even for Will), it all helped.
Will just let go, let Warren pour his fire through him. This wasn’t the more frantic, but still extremely pleasurable, stuff they did on Saturday nights, but it was just as satisfying, in some odd way. Warren only broke his kiss once, to get the shirts off of both of them, but didn’t feel the need to go farther than that. The skin-on-skin contact alone was almost too intense, and Will gasped into Warren’s mouth as the feel of them half-crushed together, Warren’s hands in his hair and stroking down his side, Warren’s tongue wrapped around his own, made him surge and cry out in release, tension finally leaving him.
Seemingly satisfied at that, Warren slowly pulled away from him a little, arms wrapped around him loosely. Warren laid down behind Will for several long moments, until Will’s breathing had gone back to normal. Will, slowly recovering, could feel not only the welcoming sensation of Warren’s heat radiating into him, but also an insistent hardness pressing behind him. Warren hadn’t done anything about it though, and Will had a sneaking suspicion that it was because he felt Will might be feeling a little too weirded out for sex.
On one hand, Will was kind of appreciative that Warren could hold off on satisfying himself until Will was back on firm mental ground. On the other hand though… Will wasn’t made of glass. What had happened tonight, Will decided, wasn’t going to change how he felt about Warren. And it was high time he did something about that… and right now he didn’t really care what anyone thought about it but Warren.
“What do you want to do now?” Warren asked, glad to see Will finally relaxed. Will had been awfully quiet for several long minutes, and Warren wanted to make sure he wasn’t having second thoughts. Will seemed to consider that for a moment, and Warren could tell he was blushing from the redness of his neck. Slowly he reached down and pulled up Warren’s hand from his hip and drew Warren’s fingers into his mouth, sucking on them gently for a moment.
Warren closed his eyes in pleasure, and then opened them again in surprise when Will removed Warren’s hand and turned around to face him, licking his lips. Warren didn’t really need an interpreter for that gesture, and felt his already hard cock twitching at the idea of what was coming next.
“You really want to?” Warren asked instead. Will was flushing very red, perhaps not as much in embarrassment as in partial fear, anticipation, and nervousness. When Warren had tried this for the first time, he hadn’t been a whole lot calmer, truth to tell.
“I… yeah. I want to try,” Will said softly, his eyes darting from Warren’s bulging pants to his face and back again. Warren smiled a bit, practically seeing the thoughts in Will’s head. He had just crossed some kind of mental bridge, but might need a bit of help on the other side.
Warren didn’t mind if Will hadn’t been interested in learning, but the idea of it had him really hot right now. And he wanted to make it as good for Will as he could. Fucking Will was one thing; there Warren could be in complete control and could make sure everything was as perfect for his boyfriend as possible. With fellatio Will would have to act, instead of just react.
It was a step Warren wanted to make sure Will was ready for. In the back of Warren’s mind, he knew that if Will suddenly had a crisis of conscience before tonight he could always say he’d always taken and never given. But if he became a more active participant in their relationship, sex-wise, it was a large line to cross. Of course, the fine distinctions of that were hard to ponder when Warren wanted Will to do this so very badly. He hadn’t expected anything for himself, once he’d heard what Will had said earlier tonight, and this was a totally unexpected gift.
“Come on, I’ll show you,” Warren said, shucking his jeans and boxers, crossing to the end of the bed, and standing with his back against the rail at the foot. Warren had enough experience that he could easily go down on Will from nearly any position he cared to, but for Will’s first time, he wanted the angles to be easy. That meant him standing and Will on his knees, an idea that had given him some very intense wet dreams before now. And with the rail behind him, Warren could grab it for support if things got too intense and his knees gave out. Nothing ruined a good blowjob like getting a case of jelly knees in the middle of it.
Will wasn’t entirely ignorant of how things had to work either, but his mouth was dry when Warren gestured him down.
“Are you sure?” Warren asked again, and Will looked up at his boyfriend from the new angle, newly appreciative of his sculpted body. He looked good, sexy and hot and infinitely desirable. It didn’t matter that Warren was a guy, it didn’t, no matter what his dad had said. There was nothing wrong with being with Warren; they were best friends, and now they were… were… lovers. Will wasn’t quite sure if he was ready to use that word, but that didn’t matter right now.
“Yes,” Will said simply, knowing he was blushing hard, cock starting to ache in seeing Warren’s twitch in anticipation. Even as the throbbing his groin intensified, there was a deep thrill of something like fear in his stomach. It scared him a little, that he was going to do this. He’d never done it before, and even if he wanted to give something back to his boyfriend, he wasn’t sure if he could do it well.
Warren could practically feel Will’s inner conflict, and the long moment of hesitation gave it away. He might hate himself in a minute for doing this, but he had to say something.
“Stronghold, if you’re just doing this to prove your dad wrong-,” Warren said, feeling a familiar thread of self-loathing crawling in his stomach.
Will started and glared up at Warren.
“I’m not,” Will said through gritted teeth, and stood back up. He wasn’t the best with words, and he hated looking like an idiot in front of Warren, so he grabbed Warren’s shoulders to meet his eyes squarely. “I don’t care what my dad thinks about us-.”
“You should!” Warren interrupted harshly, Will’s words finally touching a nerve. “At least he cares enough to try to protect you from me.”
The unspoken words, the previous discussions that Baron Battle hadn’t cared enough about his own wife and son to stop his murderous plan for world domination, didn’t need to be said again.
“I don’t need to be protected from you Warren! I love you,” Will said, the fear in his stomach, the curling terror of his father’s disapproval twisting into fear of losing what he had with Warren. He’d just barely found the edges of something huge; romantic love in all its contradictory glory, and he wasn’t going to be forced away from it before he’d had a chance to explore, not by his dad, and not by his own nervousness.
Warren’s hands were shaking when he clasped Will’s shoulders in return, eyes a little wide. He’d once said to himself that he’d wanted to hear that Will loved him, not said on the cusp or aftermath of orgasm, but when he was calm, sober, and clothed. Will wasn’t exactly calm or sober, and he definitely wasn’t fully clothed, but he sounded as sincere as Warren’s cynical mind could wish.
“I love you,” Warren said softly, fire-hot skin sliding around Will as he embraced him. Will hugged him back hard enough for joints to pop before letting Warren go. “I just wanted to make sure you-.”
“Shut up,” Will said amicably, sinking to his knees again. Warren clutched the bed rail as Will hesitantly slid one hand up the inside of Warren’s thigh. Warren opened himself up a little and smiled down at Will. Even if Will knew now that he really wanted to do this, it was all still pretty new to him. For long minutes there was just caressing and gentle touching, and even though Warren felt like he might explode from frustration alone, he tried to keep his cool.
“Just do what you’re comfortable with,” Warren said quietly, beginning to resign himself to just the hesitant touches, when Will suddenly grasped Warren’s cock in a firm and surprisingly authoritative grip. Warren gasped and grabbed the rail harder, looking down at Will with surprise.
Will was looking at Warren’s reaction, and when an encouraging smile followed, slowly began to stroke.
“That’s good, good, slower…” Warren murmured, wanting to draw things out. Hot as he was, he wouldn’t last long if Will went too hard or too fast. Will’s hand obediently slowed down into long, firm strokes down the hot length of Warren’s shaft, and Warren shuddered slightly at the feeling beginning to build in his groin.
Will slowed down a little more, his second hand tentatively stroking Warren’s balls with infinite gentleness. Warren’s eyes half-closed as he just let the combination of feathery touches and strong, slow stroking flow and merge within him. The other people who’d done this for him hadn’t ever given him this combination of strong and soft, and Warren liked it a hell of a lot. And he liked it even more when he could feel Will’s breath starting to tickle the end of his cock.
Looking down again, he could see Will was staring, watching his hand stroking, watching Warren’s cock, drifting toward the red, swollen head as if compelled. It was tantalizing, watching Will just millimeters away from where Warren wanted him, and Warren’s cock was twitching, straining towards Will.
Drops of pre-cum were starting to ooze, betraying Warren’s eagerness, and Will could hear his own heart thundering in his ears. Warren’s accusation, that Will was doing this only to prove his dad wrong, had rankled, partially because Will feared it was true. It scared him that he was doing this, partially out of guilt, but also because he’d been fantasizing about it. A year with Layla, a whole year, and he’d never had dreams like that about her. He’d never had dreams of doing things to her, kissing her, making love to her. Not like with Warren.
With Warren, his dreams had included fantasies he hadn’t known he was even capable of. And one of them, well, make that several of them, included this: being on his knees in front of Warren, his hot cock in Will’s mouth, moans from Warren’s throat, and Will’s own cock in his hand, steel hard and straining to release, but not being able to let go until Warren did…
And here he was, the first part of his fantasy fulfilled. Tension and fear crashed and mingled, and Will’s groin throbbed in reaction. Opening his mouth to gasp, Warren involuntarily thrust forward a bit, and the tip of Warren’s cock tickled Will’s tongue. The pre-cum taste flooded his mouth, salty and musky, and not bitter, but almost smoky.
Pure Warren, he realized, and his whole body began to tingle. He wanted this, and he wanted it badly. Now.
Opening his mouth, he closed it around the head of Warren’s cock, his tongue sliding around it, like it had on Warren’s fingers, tracing ridges and veins and dips. This isn’t bad, Will realized, feeling the softness of the swollen head in his mouth, and pushed further onto the shaft, feeling the narrower hot hardness beneath his lips. I think I like it…
“No teeth, no teeth,” Warren warned, and Will opened his mouth a little wider, pressing harder with his lips and tongue. He could feel how it got easier to slide along as it got wetter, and let his tongue move all around, easing the way. Drops of pre-cum kept splashing the back of his tongue as Warren’s cock twitched in his mouth, and the taste was actually making Will even more excited. One hand dropped to his own groin and rapidly undid his belt and jeans to get at his own swollen member, stroking slowly, in time with his mouth on Warren’s cock.
Warren had a death-grip on the bed rail as Will finally overcame whatever reluctance was in his head and took Warren into his mouth. He hadn’t meant to thrust at him, but he’d nearly lost control and begged, and that would never do. It hadn’t mattered though, because right now Will was willingly taking him in deep, without any encouragement and damn little instruction. Still, things might get a little painful in a second if he didn’t tender some advice.
Will kept himself from jumping when he felt Warren’s hand on his jaw, but obediently moved the angle of his head and neck so they were more lined up.
“That’s it, that’ll be easier. Just go as far as you want, I don’t want you to gag,” Warren said, his voice sounding a bit distant. “Use your tongue a bit, yeah… that’s it. Relax your throat…”
Will paid attention, and suddenly found things moving together a lot easier. The hot skin was sliding under his lips and tongue as he slowly moved himself up and down the shaft, and with the new angle, it found it easier to slide more and more of Warren into his mouth. The smoky, musky taste was thick in his nostrils, and the feeling of the soft, swollen head and the smooth, hot shaft in his mouth was incredible.
I like it, I really like it, Will thought, the tightness in his stomach echoing the growing tightness in his cock. He dared a look upwards, and nearly forgot to breathe when he saw Warren looking back down at him. Lust and, he realized now, love was standing naked in Warren’s eyes. The lust was a given, but the love, and the trust that went with it, was something he hadn’t seen before, at least not like this.
I want him to look at me that way, Will thought. I want this, I want him. I want him to cum like he makes me cum. I want to see his face when he does.
Will had never seen that, never seen the results of their lovemaking at the moment of climax for both of them. I love Warren. I love Warren and I want to do this for him because I love him and he’s loving this, and… and… I’m loving this.
The feel of the hot shaft sliding down Will’s throat, and Warren’s involuntary twitches and uninhibited little noises were driving Will to an incredible pitch of excitement. He wanted to see how far he could go, breathing be damned, and tried to go farther and farther. His hand got in the way, and he moved it to clutch at Warren’s muscular ass, his other hand still stroking his own cock. The heat slid down Will’s throat, but he didn’t find himself gagging, not even when he found his nose pressed against Warren’s stomach.
Will swallowed involuntarily, throat muscles rippling around Warren’s cock, and suddenly Warren’s hand fisted hard in his hair.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Warren breathed, his hand kneading Will’s locks. “That feels so fucking good.”
Will couldn’t exactly ask, “Do you really think so?” with his mouth full, but he tried a vague interrogative noise deep in his throat. Warren’s hands tightened in Will’s hair as the vibrations traveled up his cock, and Will stilled himself out of reaction.
“I’m so close,” Warren said in a strangled voice, eyes locking with Will’s. “I’m gonna cum Will.”
Will couldn’t look away from Warren as he swallowed again, and Warren’s face lit up with ecstasy as he swelled and exploded pulse after pulse of burning hot spunk down Will’s throat. Will held hard onto Warren, the feeling of the searing semen and Warren’s strangled gasp of pleasure setting him off. Groaning deep in his chest and ignoring Warren’s frantic grip on his hair at the feelings that set off in him, Will exploded all over his hand, shuddering and finally relaxing as the incredible sexual high mellowed out into smooth lassitude where he felt he could stay forever.
It seemed to take ages before they were both ready to move, and Will slowly released Warren from his mouth.
“God,” Warren said, slowly dropping to his knees. “God that was amazing.”
“I love you Warren,” Will said, reaching out to hold Warren to him. He didn’t want this to be some kind of swan song. He wanted this to be part of them, just part of what they did together.
“Damn Will,” Warren said, nails digging into Will’s shoulders before they let go. “I love you too, ok? Do that too often and I’m going to forget how to talk!”
“Why?” Will asked, almost laughing at Warren’s reaction. He didn’t know what he’d been so afraid about a few minutes before; it hadn’t exactly been easy, but it had been intensely satisfying, and the first real time Will had taken willing initiative in their relationship. And it wasn’t really that scary at all.
“It’s damn hard to think when you’ve had your brains sucked out through your cock, Stronghold,” Warren admonished, and Will finally did laugh. “Look, we’re going to get through this somehow, all right? Together,” Warren said firmly
“Got it,” Will said. That’s what superheroes did, right? Conquer the insurmountable obstacles. And between the both of them, all they had to conquer was Will’s dad, and anyone else that didn’t approve. Well, no one said superhero work had to be easy.
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