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Title: Bundle of Joy
Author: Phoenix Angel Suyari
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Warren/Jamie
Summary: Jamie loses a bet, but wins anyway.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men.
A/N: For solar_cat05. This one should be closer to what you asked for.
Jamie should have known.
Padding down the hall, he tried to control the embarrassed blush. He made a mental note never to make this kind of bet again. It had seemed innocent enough, but Jamie should have realized that whenever Bobby was involved, nothing was innocent.
They'd played a championship game of mutant ball. Frankly, Jamie had expected to lose sooner, but for once, luck was on his side, and he managed to make it to the finals. Now, he had to carry out the penalty, and the whole mansion had to bear witness before he could remove the thing. Figuring, he deserved some hiding out time, seeing as half the Institute had already seen - and laughed - at him, Jamie scurried to his room and closed the door with a heavy sigh.
Now, all he had to do was time it so he was out before Warren got home. He'd save him for last, and get this horrible day over with. Then he'd hide out in his room until his cheeks cooled. He figured, it could take about a week. Not a problem. He didn't have finals, he could fake a cold. Ororo was a sucker for his patented 'kicked puppy' eyes. He could manage three, maybe four days at the least.
Feeling better, with the promise of recovery time, Jamie pushed off the door and made his way to his bed, flopping down unto his back. He was so busy groaning over his predicament, he didn't hear the soft click of the door. He could not, however, miss the distinct sound of wings.
His heart jolted into his throat. Shit! Warren was supposed to be gone another whole hour!
Sitting up in a panic, he noticed the suit tossed haphazardly across Warren's bed, and recognized it as what he'd been wearing when he left this morning. Dammit! Eyes moving quickly to the door, he noted Warren hadn't seen him yet, if the towel he was currently drying his hair with one handed was any indication. So, Jamie hurriedly ducked under his covers, yanking them high on his chest.
"H-Hey Warren." He barely managed not to squeak. "You're early."
"Yea," he replied, pulling the ends of the towel over his shoulders and shaking out his blonde locks.
Jamie swallowed.
"Thank God that's over. Remind me never to personally see to something like that again. It's embarrassing."
Jamie nodded, watching Warren cross the room and flop unto his own bed. Instinctively, his wings positioned themselves for flight, as he fell chest first. Arching sharply, before dipping low and folding into his back. He was pretty sure, Warren would be getting his own room soon. Not because of his age, but because his wings had still been growing when he'd come to the Institute. In the four years he and Jamie had been roommates, they'd doubled in size. Hank said they'd probably stop when Warren was around thirty. Growing to four times their original size.
Jamie thought they'd be utterly magnificent. When they finally stopped growing, Jamie planned to have Warren spread them to their full length, just to see if he could block the sun like a well placed tree. Warren was still far from thirty. He was two weeks shy of twenty-one, after all. Still, they had a lot of run ins. Not that Jamie minded. He liked the accidental brush of feathers to his cheek, across his back, and the exhilarating touch that skimmed his thigh every so often.
They were both senior X-men now. The Institute was on it's sixth group of new students. And as no one had moved on - and thus, moved out - it was getting pretty crowded. Jamie knew some of the richer members - namely Warren, Roberto, and Jean-Paul - had offered to finance additions to the mansion so everyone would be more comfortable. But the Professor was waiting, for his own reasons. Jamie was glad. He enjoyed their living arrangement. He knew, secretly, they all did. Maybe the Professor was doing it for them. If he was, Jamie was very thankful.
"Why're you hiding out?"
"What?" Jamie replied, trying to sound innocent.
Warren looked at him over his shoulder. "Jamie, we've lived together for four years. I know you better than anyone. You're hiding out."
Jamie sighed. "I lost a bet."
Warren nodded.
"To Bobby."
The winged mutant chuckled into his arm.
"It's not funny! It's embarrassing!"
"It's Bobby!" Warren replied, as though it was self-explanatory. Which really, with Bobby, it pretty much was. He shifted unto his side, wings sliding to rest along his bedspread. "What do you have to do?"
Sighing, Jamie got out of bed and stood, turning on his side.
Warren cocked a curious brow.
He sighed again. "You know how a lot of us are experiencing secondary mutation?"
The blonde nodded.
"Well..." He ran his hands over the bulge in his shirt. "I have to make sure everyone sees, and tell them that my secondary mutation is..." He gestured at himself, but Warren only smiled. He was going to make him say it!
Jamie narrowed his eyes at his roommate's amusement.
Warren's head dropped to his shoulder, observing Jamie from a new angle.
Jamie exhaled heavily, in defeat. "I have to tell them it's...male pregnancy."
Warren laughed.
"It's not funny!" Jamie cried, chucking a pillow at him. Warren didn't bother dodging, the pillow bouncing off his side and hitting the wall. Jamie crossed his arms high on his chest, cheeks flushing.
After a few minutes, Warren composed himself enough to sit up. Jamie had long since pouted and sat back down upon his own.
"You have to admit," he said, wiping at a teary eye. He had laughed so hard, he was almost crying! Jamie pouted a bit more. "It's an interesting secondary."
Jamie shoved his face in his spare, with a muffled, "Ug!"
Warren smiled, but he missed it.
"Think about it. If you really could, it'd be pretty interesting. Don't you think?"
Jamie looked over the edge of the pillow.
"You're a gay man, Jamie. Unless you decide on a surrogate, you'll never have your own kids."
The brunette's face fell. He hadn't ever thought about that, actually. He'd always been too young to consider it. But, at seventeen, he supposed now was a good time. Especially if he gave into his feelings, and...Well Warren was the type who required heir bearing for a stable long term relationship. He sighed, suddenly depressed.
"You're right."
Warren frowned. "Jamie, I didn't mean..."
"No," he replied, shaking his head. "You're right. I've never thought about it before...I guess...I always thought that part would work itself out."
Warren gestured at the couch pillow stuffed in his shirt. "It just might," he teased.
Jamie laughed.
"So, how many people have to see it?"
"Everyone," Jamie moaned.
"How many have you gotten to?"
"Little over half."
"So, what are you doing hiding out? Go finish up, so we can go out to dinner."
Jamie brightened. "Chinese?"
Warren shrugged. "Fine by me."
Jamie did a little victory dance, and fixed the pillow. "I'll hurry up then."
"You have two hours. I'm hungry."
Jamie nodded, and hurried to the door.
"Oh, and Jamie?"
He paused, door already half open, and leaned into it.
"If it helps, just tell everyone it's mine."
It was a moment before Jamie laughed. A rich, happy, head thrown back laugh.
"Thanks Warren. I just might."
Warren nodded, and Jamie practically skipped out the door.
There was some hope for him yet.
Author: Phoenix Angel Suyari
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Warren/Jamie
Summary: Jamie loses a bet, but wins anyway.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men.
A/N: For solar_cat05. This one should be closer to what you asked for.
Jamie should have known.
Padding down the hall, he tried to control the embarrassed blush. He made a mental note never to make this kind of bet again. It had seemed innocent enough, but Jamie should have realized that whenever Bobby was involved, nothing was innocent.
They'd played a championship game of mutant ball. Frankly, Jamie had expected to lose sooner, but for once, luck was on his side, and he managed to make it to the finals. Now, he had to carry out the penalty, and the whole mansion had to bear witness before he could remove the thing. Figuring, he deserved some hiding out time, seeing as half the Institute had already seen - and laughed - at him, Jamie scurried to his room and closed the door with a heavy sigh.
Now, all he had to do was time it so he was out before Warren got home. He'd save him for last, and get this horrible day over with. Then he'd hide out in his room until his cheeks cooled. He figured, it could take about a week. Not a problem. He didn't have finals, he could fake a cold. Ororo was a sucker for his patented 'kicked puppy' eyes. He could manage three, maybe four days at the least.
Feeling better, with the promise of recovery time, Jamie pushed off the door and made his way to his bed, flopping down unto his back. He was so busy groaning over his predicament, he didn't hear the soft click of the door. He could not, however, miss the distinct sound of wings.
His heart jolted into his throat. Shit! Warren was supposed to be gone another whole hour!
Sitting up in a panic, he noticed the suit tossed haphazardly across Warren's bed, and recognized it as what he'd been wearing when he left this morning. Dammit! Eyes moving quickly to the door, he noted Warren hadn't seen him yet, if the towel he was currently drying his hair with one handed was any indication. So, Jamie hurriedly ducked under his covers, yanking them high on his chest.
"H-Hey Warren." He barely managed not to squeak. "You're early."
"Yea," he replied, pulling the ends of the towel over his shoulders and shaking out his blonde locks.
Jamie swallowed.
"Thank God that's over. Remind me never to personally see to something like that again. It's embarrassing."
Jamie nodded, watching Warren cross the room and flop unto his own bed. Instinctively, his wings positioned themselves for flight, as he fell chest first. Arching sharply, before dipping low and folding into his back. He was pretty sure, Warren would be getting his own room soon. Not because of his age, but because his wings had still been growing when he'd come to the Institute. In the four years he and Jamie had been roommates, they'd doubled in size. Hank said they'd probably stop when Warren was around thirty. Growing to four times their original size.
Jamie thought they'd be utterly magnificent. When they finally stopped growing, Jamie planned to have Warren spread them to their full length, just to see if he could block the sun like a well placed tree. Warren was still far from thirty. He was two weeks shy of twenty-one, after all. Still, they had a lot of run ins. Not that Jamie minded. He liked the accidental brush of feathers to his cheek, across his back, and the exhilarating touch that skimmed his thigh every so often.
They were both senior X-men now. The Institute was on it's sixth group of new students. And as no one had moved on - and thus, moved out - it was getting pretty crowded. Jamie knew some of the richer members - namely Warren, Roberto, and Jean-Paul - had offered to finance additions to the mansion so everyone would be more comfortable. But the Professor was waiting, for his own reasons. Jamie was glad. He enjoyed their living arrangement. He knew, secretly, they all did. Maybe the Professor was doing it for them. If he was, Jamie was very thankful.
"Why're you hiding out?"
"What?" Jamie replied, trying to sound innocent.
Warren looked at him over his shoulder. "Jamie, we've lived together for four years. I know you better than anyone. You're hiding out."
Jamie sighed. "I lost a bet."
Warren nodded.
"To Bobby."
The winged mutant chuckled into his arm.
"It's not funny! It's embarrassing!"
"It's Bobby!" Warren replied, as though it was self-explanatory. Which really, with Bobby, it pretty much was. He shifted unto his side, wings sliding to rest along his bedspread. "What do you have to do?"
Sighing, Jamie got out of bed and stood, turning on his side.
Warren cocked a curious brow.
He sighed again. "You know how a lot of us are experiencing secondary mutation?"
The blonde nodded.
"Well..." He ran his hands over the bulge in his shirt. "I have to make sure everyone sees, and tell them that my secondary mutation is..." He gestured at himself, but Warren only smiled. He was going to make him say it!
Jamie narrowed his eyes at his roommate's amusement.
Warren's head dropped to his shoulder, observing Jamie from a new angle.
Jamie exhaled heavily, in defeat. "I have to tell them it's...male pregnancy."
Warren laughed.
"It's not funny!" Jamie cried, chucking a pillow at him. Warren didn't bother dodging, the pillow bouncing off his side and hitting the wall. Jamie crossed his arms high on his chest, cheeks flushing.
After a few minutes, Warren composed himself enough to sit up. Jamie had long since pouted and sat back down upon his own.
"You have to admit," he said, wiping at a teary eye. He had laughed so hard, he was almost crying! Jamie pouted a bit more. "It's an interesting secondary."
Jamie shoved his face in his spare, with a muffled, "Ug!"
Warren smiled, but he missed it.
"Think about it. If you really could, it'd be pretty interesting. Don't you think?"
Jamie looked over the edge of the pillow.
"You're a gay man, Jamie. Unless you decide on a surrogate, you'll never have your own kids."
The brunette's face fell. He hadn't ever thought about that, actually. He'd always been too young to consider it. But, at seventeen, he supposed now was a good time. Especially if he gave into his feelings, and...Well Warren was the type who required heir bearing for a stable long term relationship. He sighed, suddenly depressed.
"You're right."
Warren frowned. "Jamie, I didn't mean..."
"No," he replied, shaking his head. "You're right. I've never thought about it before...I guess...I always thought that part would work itself out."
Warren gestured at the couch pillow stuffed in his shirt. "It just might," he teased.
Jamie laughed.
"So, how many people have to see it?"
"Everyone," Jamie moaned.
"How many have you gotten to?"
"Little over half."
"So, what are you doing hiding out? Go finish up, so we can go out to dinner."
Jamie brightened. "Chinese?"
Warren shrugged. "Fine by me."
Jamie did a little victory dance, and fixed the pillow. "I'll hurry up then."
"You have two hours. I'm hungry."
Jamie nodded, and hurried to the door.
"Oh, and Jamie?"
He paused, door already half open, and leaned into it.
"If it helps, just tell everyone it's mine."
It was a moment before Jamie laughed. A rich, happy, head thrown back laugh.
"Thanks Warren. I just might."
Warren nodded, and Jamie practically skipped out the door.
There was some hope for him yet.