A Leap of Faith

[Warren Worthington III]

(( OOC: More schmoopiness! ))


Warren has no idea how much time passes like this, with him and Josh wrapped up in each other on his bed, warm and content, punctuated by idle caresses, gentle kisses, quiet murmuring. He doesn’t care… he’s pretty sure he could spend days like this, cocooned with Josh, maybe ordering a pizza every once in a while when the craving for food becomes noticeable.

The smallest things have suddenly taken on major significance – for example, he’d have thought the constant repetition of “I love you” would get dull after a while, but it really doesn’t… it’s a different thrill each time he says it, each time he hears it, each time it echoes through their shared thoughts. Even watching Josh doze off from time to time is exciting in its vulnerability.

The most amazing part is their mental link, though, which seems to have grown stronger, more reliable. It feels so natural most of the time he doesn’t think about it, until he notices himself doing things like scratching between Josh’s shoulder blades because it itches. He wonders if this is just a post-sex thing, or if it’s permanent, and surprises himself by hoping it’s permanent.

Right now he’s sitting up against the headboard, Josh sprawled bonelessly across his bed with his head pillowed on Warren’s hip – which Warren knows is not in the least comfortable, his body being all whipcord muscle and unpadded bone. The amazing thing is that he also knows that Josh doesn’t mind, that Josh looks at his lightweight frame and sees in it things Warren himself has never seen… and knowing that when Warren looks over (for the hundredth time tonight, with each viewing at the same time comfortably familiar and novelly erotic) Josh’s body, smoothed out by rounded muscle and fat, Josh sees it with him, with his own eyes and with Warren’s.

God, you’re beautiful… The thought drifts through his mind, and he’s not sure whose it is, or which one of them it refers to, and he laughs.

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

(schmoopiness is the key word here.)

Josh is unsure how much time passes. The two of them had retired to Warren's bedroom in the early evening. It could be midnight, even early morning... but it hardly seemed to matter.

In fact, when he was wrapped up with Warren time seemed to be astonishingly inapplicable. He could pretty much lie there, in Warren's arms, for the rest of his life. Things seemed so much more simple when analyzed from his current position, anyway. Josh rubs a hand down Warren's abs contentedly.

Despite their mental link - which seemed to have evolved, somehow - he still felt the need to be in physical contact with Warren. Fleetingly he wonders whether their connection range has increased as well, but that requires Warren to be away... and the thought disappears hastily.

> God, you’re beautiful…

The thought echoes through their shared consciousness. Josh thinks it was himself, in fact, who thought the words. But I'm not even sure. Somehow, their physical intimacy had broken down virtually all of the mental barriers between the two of them. The notion of it stirs something deep inside him, and he reaches out, caressing Warren's mind with his own.

After a minute, he lifts himself up into a sitting position. Briefly, he realizes that the two of them are still naked. Wow, i'd nearly forgotten. Which was not something he'd ever thought could happen. He could be himself around Warren, unabashed and true... unashamed.

Josh climbs into Warren's lap, aligning the two of them face-to-face, with his arms encircling Warren's back.

"You're beautiful in more ways than one, you know. I've seen you inside, and that is just as beautiful as your outside. I love you, Warren Worthington." As he says this, Josh kisses Warren's nose, and lightly plays his fingers across his lover's back.

[Warren Worthington III]

(( OOC: Working our way up (down?) from schmoopy back to sexually explicit. Cuz, hey, one of the advantages of regular exercise is stamina. ))

Warren sighs contentedly at the touch of Josh’s mind on his, and allows himself to be lifted up. His eyes had been closed; he opens them now to drink in the sight of Josh sitting on his lap, then closes them again and methodically runs his hands up the boy’s legs, along the curve of his hips and up his sides, trying to learn the shape and feel of him. It’s not meant to be sexy, initially, but by the time Warren’s hands cup themselves around Josh’s shoulders and his fingers tangle themselves up in the boy’s hair it has most definitely become so, and he feels himself getting hard again.

"You know, I just realized… it may be my birthday, but we never did get to properly celebrate your initiation into the X-Men." Warren’s smile falters for a moment before returning… much as he admires the X-Men, he’s not entirely on board with the idea of Josh flying off into intentionally dangerous situations. But he knows how important it is to Josh… and it’s not like his own life is particularly safe, either. And anyway, that’s not what he’s thinking about tonight.

He works his hands back down from Josh’ neck, the planes and curves of the boy’s chest and abdomen sliding sticky-slick along his palms; runs his fingers through damp, matted hair before wrapping them lightly around his cock. Without letting go, he slides his wings under Josh’s arms and lifts him gently onto his feet, leads the boy to his window, which he opens with his free hand.

" How do you feel about another flying lesson?" The night air is a little chilly, but thus far it has been an unseasonably warm September and Warren suddenly appreciates the fact. Letting go of Josh with some reluctance, and not really waiting for an answer, he dives through the window and climbs. We’re going to need some initial altitude for this one, though…

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

(OOC - content advisory.)

As Warren runs both hands down his sides, Josh gives a small whimper. There was definitely something about Warren, some inner strength, that made him feel safe and secure in the other's arms. He kisses Warren sporadically in between whispers and darting hands, and is pleased to feel Warren harden beneath him once more.

Josh can tell that Warren's still not entirely comfortable about all the X-Men business. And he really was right, in a way - team members had a disturbing tendency to end up dead, especially if you counted Professor Xavier in the mix. Despite that, Josh appreciates how Warren can't help but be concerned for him. It's awfully sweet of you.

> How do you feel about another flying lesson?

There's also something ridiculously hot about the way Warren leads him by the cock to the window. Between the sensual touch of Warren's hands all over his body previously, and the light brush of his fingers across his length, Josh is quickly growing hard again.

Warren dives out the window, and Josh puts a foot on the sill. Naked? Outside? He's slightly hesitant. The Institute did seem to have an overabundance of people with angsty, insomnia-inducing pasts, after all...

Whatever. The sight of Warren hanging in midair, naked, mind reaching out for his, cock jutting out from his body, was just too much. If the other students got a show... that would just be too bad.

Josh slowly lifts off the floor and floats out the window. With a shout, he accelerates, veering in sharply to Warren. He wraps his arms around his boyfriend from behind, and leans over his shoulder to press a hard kiss to his lips. After a moment, Josh soars over Warren's head and turns around, a short distance away.

"What do you have to say about that?" Josh arches an eyebrow suggestively, and folds his arms across his chest. His cock bobs in front of him as he slowly hovers in place, high above the grounds.

[Warren Worthington III]

(( OOC: Content advisory ))

Warren’s initial grin at Josh’s hesitation goes slack at the sight of his lithe body soaring out of the window, and he misses a wingstroke and flips head-over-heels in the resulting turbulence before regaining his equilibrium, or at least a superficial facsimile of it.

It’s not just seeing Josh naked, though that’s still tingle-inducing in and of itself (especially after the last hour or so) but seeing him naked and flying that hits him like a kick to the crotch except in an entirely positive way; it’s a fantasy he’s cultivated ever since they started dating… or, well, actually, since before that. He wonders if Josh knows about it… or, rather, knew about it, since it’s no doubt obvious now.

It’s still really weird, the things they know about each other that they’ve never gotten around to mentioning… like how he knows Josh wants to visit Paris, despite it never having come up in conversation. He knows they’ve only been dating a few weeks, but it feels like they’ve spent months telling and showing each other everything about themselves. Warren doubts he’ll ever really get used to that, and he’s not at all convinced he wants to.

The kiss leaves him breathless, and Josh’s body trailing along his back as he soars further ahead sends shudders through his body and almost makes him miss another wingstroke. He manages to maintain balance this time, just barely.

> " What do you have to say about that? "

" Just one word, beautiful man... " With a sudden beating of his wings, Warren closes and overshoots the distance between them, then lets himself plummet a few yards before pulling out of the fall at the last minute, turning a potential collision into a gentle docking as he wraps his legs around Josh’s waist, his arms under the boy’s shoulders, and locks his wings out at full gliding extension. As he captures Josh’s lips in a slow, luxurious kiss, he adds <‘Relax…’ >

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

(content advisory.)

> ‘Relax…’

There's something utterly primal and satisfying about how Warren latches himself around Josh's body that completely drives away any lingering worry about roving eyes on the ground. Completely. In fact, Josh would be hard-pressed to turn Warren down if he flashed those needy eyes in his direction on the NYSE floor.

Between the feel of Warren's legs enclosing him, and the exquisite kiss, a shudder rolls through Josh. Whatever Warren has said about being stringy and uncomfortable to lay on -which he wasn't, not in the least - his lips were always pillow-soft. In fact, pretty much everything about Warren was distracting, especially at the moment. <Whatever you say, Angel.> He runs a hand fondly along the top of Warren's wing.

Josh is happy to let Warren do the 'steering', so to say, and contents himself with running both hands down Warren's body, and insistently nibbling away at the other's lips.

< Give me a jingle if we're going to hit anything. All I can see is you, which I'm actually quite fine with.> At this, he rubs a thumb across one of Warren's nipples.

[Warren Worthington III]

(( OOC: Still more content advisory! Smut, smut, smut. ))

> <Whatever you say, Angel.>

Warren smiles into the kiss… that’s the first time he’s enjoyed hearing that nickname.

> < Give me a jingle if we're going to hit anything. All I can see is you, which I'm actually quite fine with.>

Works for me, too... like I said, you can relax. I spend a lot of time up here. We won’t hit anything. With his eyes closed and his windsense extended, Warren follows his own advice and gives himself up to the gliding free-fall and the feel of Josh’s skin against his as the breeze floats past them. Maintaining altitude and position is as natural to him as breathing at this point; he glides them along a complex spiral path, from updraft to updraft and along the prevailing winds, with no more effort than sitting in a hot-air balloon. Which is good, because his concentration is taken up with charting the contours of Josh’s body, which isn’t yet second nature (though Warren looks greedily forward to making it so in the weeks to come).

He’s wondered, in the past, whether flying is better than sex or vice-versa. His answer changes all the time, but either way he’s quite certain that combining the two is the best thing ever. And his flying lessons with Josh have had benefits in both directions, he realizes: a few months ago he’d never have tried to carry someone with just his legs wrapped around their waist like this… now, knowing perfectly well that its his telekinetic aura doing most of the carrying, he can shift his grip and position however he likes without being worried about dropping Josh.

His body moves against Josh’s for a long time… slowly, quickly, teasingly light, insistently hard, and everything in between. It’s less urgent than their first time, though no less erotic… more so, in fact, as Warren’s arousal continues to climb long past the point he would ordinarily climax. Along the way he discovers that gliding is more natural than breathing, as Warren’s breathing goes ragged and uneven long before his glide-pattern is affected… which is fortunate, since he is increasingly operating from instinct rather than intellect, his mind free-floating in a distracted joyous haze.

He‘s straddling Josh again, one hand tangled in his hair while the other slides across his sweat-damp chest, working on adding yet another hickey to the already impressive collection on his neck, with his legs locked tight around Josh’s waist and Josh’s cock nestled in the cleft of his ass, when suddenly touching isn’t enough anymore.

He levers himself up a few inches, grips Josh’s hips with his knees, reaches behind himself with one hand to reposition Josh’s cock, pauses for a moment to think a question at Josh. He’s too incoherent with need to form words right now, but the wanna fuck me? invitation/plea is unmistakable.

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

(schmoop and smut, joy!)

Josh had been somewhat unsure how sex would work in midair, but he probably shouldn't have been worried about it. When one of you has wings, and both of you are telekinetic, silly things like gravity tend to hold little meaning. Mostly everything becomes trivial when the urge to press his body up against Warren's, to map every single contour, seems to turn into a need.

The two of them take things slower this time, and in the middle of it Josh reflects back on a conversation they'd had, what seems like an eternity ago. Under the moonlight, Warren had told him he'd wanted to do everything with him. Everything, because they had all the time in the world.

Now, again, the two of them are under the moonlight together, and thinking about their possibilities, their future, all the things they could experience together makes something swell up inside him. Josh feels breathless, and it's not their exertions (it is, but it's not). It's... indescribable, and totally recognizable at the same time. It's the two of them being able to know each other better than any normal couple. It's the touch of two minds, that ache for each other when they're apart.

It's love.

Josh lets out a little choked sound at this, nuzzles at Warren's neck, hands wrapped firmly around his waist. Their bodies move in tandem, and his utter joy radiates out from his mind.

After a few minutes, he feels a hand on his cock, which he's been rubbing slowly along Warren's underside. Josh picks up Warren's unspoken question easily - in moments of intimacy like this, communication seems effortless - and his eyes widen a little.

He can feel Warren's joy, almost coursing through his own veins. The thought of being inside Warren, of the complete and utter intimacy of the action, sends a shiver down his spine. He'd thought that the first time the two of them would try that, Warren would be fucking him, if only because of his greater experience.

<I want to be inside you, Warren, more than anything. But I don't want to hurt you... I don't know how to do it.> His mental voice has a tinge of worry to it, but his urges (or Warren's? impossible to tell) overpower his caution, and he slowly strokes a finger past Warren's entry.

[Warren Worthington III]

(( OOC: Content advisory - smut and stuff ))




> < I want to be inside you, Warren, more than anything. But I don't want to hurt you... I don't know how to do it. >

After he recovers from the initial melting down of his brain at the lust-saturated telepathic harmonics that come along with the message, it occurs to Warren that, while this whole spontaneous-naked-flying thing is indisputably hot, it leaves something to be desired from a preparation perspective. He chuckles ruefully: "I guess I lose points for poor planning, huh? Relax… leave it to me."

It’s nice to be able to laugh about this sort of thing… With anyone else Warren would be feeling awkward and apologetic right about now; with Josh it’s all just part of the evening. Which is lovely, but does little towards alleviating his body’s increasingly urgent desire to wrap itself around Josh’s in every possible way – especially after Josh’s stroking finger stokes him further – and the idea of interrupting the moment to fly back to his room really doesn’t appeal.

Necessity, they say, is the mother of invention; if so, urgent desire is at least its midwife. In flight, carrying a heavy load in an impossible grip, Warren is unusually aware of his TK… and, with a sudden burst of insight, realizes it has applications he’s never considered. He explores them now, telekinetically opening himself wide and guiding Josh smoothly into him as their hips slide together and "Oh!"

The cry bursts out of him unexpectedly at the sudden burst of pleasure, and he wraps himself around Josh almost convulsively: arms wrapped around his chest with one hand tangled in hair and the other clutching the small of his back, legs wrapped around his waist and squeezing, teeth almost embedded in his shoulder and all paling into insignificance compared to the sensation of Josh inside him, sending bursts of lightning along Warren’s spinal cord with every movement, forcing incoherent noises around the flesh of Josh’s shoulder.

Later, when he has a chance to experiment further, Warren will discover that using his telekinetic aura this way protects him from all kinds of friction. His airspeed will increase significantly with the sudden elimination of drag, and worrying about windburn will be a thing of the past. But that will be later. Right now, there’s only one source of friction he’s concerned about, and it isn’t air resistance.

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

(content advisory.)


> I guess I lose points for poor planning, huh? Relax… leave it to me.

“Alright… just don’t take too much concentration off the flying.” Josh snuggles in closer to Warren. It’s getting a little chilly, actually. He usually was in flight with his uniform, or at least a sweatjacket. Ugh, windburn? Hopefully we’ll be done before that starts to set in. He nibbles absently on Warren’s ear.

Then again, not to rush things or anything. After a moment, he feels a slight alteration in Warren’s telekinetic aura, and suddenly, in a smooth motion, they’re together and he’s inside Warren. He can feel his length surrounded on all sides, and the feeling is… indescribable.

That, and completely and utterly hot. Josh hisses a little at the intense feeling, and at Warren’s reaction. <Tell me, okay? I don’t want to hurt you…> He kisses Warren softly on the lips, and experimentally slides his cock deep inside Warren. The waves of pleasure he catches off his lover’s mind are intoxicating. Josh rubs his hands up and down Warren’s body, and settles them on his hips. After a moment, he pulls himself almost all the way out, and then slides back in.

Josh pushes his hands through Warren’s hair, pressing their noses and foreheads together. “I love you…” He begins to establish a steady rhythm. The inside of Warren is like rubbing against liquid silk, and as their bodies unite as one, Josh tentatively drapes his mind over Warren’s, enfolding the two of them. It’s possible that both together could be too much, and the last thing he wants is for this to end.

As the two of them soar in the sky, together in both mind and body, Josh realizes how utterly Warren completes him, in every sense of the word. A feeling of contentment fills him at the thought. He traces a finger along Warren's jaw tenderly.