Post-Linkin-Park-Concert Rave

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

Josh presses his body up against a dozen people all at once. Man, we need to have dances at the Institute. I guess they wouldn't be too much fun with like 10 people going to them, though. He makes sure to keep close to Warren. It's hard going in the crowd - every movement of the crowd either draws them closer together or farther apart.

He pushes his back to Warren when they're near, and presses up against his body, dancing all the while. "Thanks for bringing us along!" Josh tries to shout over the music, failing utterly.

<Thanks for bringing me - us - along. I hope we weren't too much of a pain.> He flashes a grin. <Us Institute kids... we're magnets for trouble.> The two of them continue dancing, specks in a sea of people.

[Warren Worthington III]

> <Thanks for bringing me - us - along. I hope we weren't too much of a pain.>

Warren leans in closer, placing his chin on Josh's shoulder so he can be heard, still weaving to the rhythm of the music.

"Nah... it's good to have friends around. I mean, real friends. The X-fans are great, but... it's not the same thing, you know?"

> <Us Institute kids... we're magnets for trouble.>

"Yeah, I noticed! I think I'm going to recommend to Ms. Munroe that we set up a party simulation in the Danger Room and do this every once in a while in there. If they expect the X-students to be able to handle themselves in the real world, you know? It's not all mutant battles and stuff."

[rileyfletcher]

Not to long after she told them what happened, she watched Warren get the two guys and carried them away in his wings. She heard Warren tell Danny to keep an eye on her, to make sure that she wouldn't get into any more trouble. Then Warren and Josh walked off towards the bar.

It wasn't to long after Warren and Josh left, that Riley noticed that they were showing off a bit, by getting rid of the two guys. She smiled to herself as she watched what happened to them. Things then calmed down a bit, with showing off and she guessed that they went to do something else.

Riley looked over at Danny. "Are you going to be ok?" she asked him. She knew that it hit him pretty hard, using his and her power. She then looked around a bit, noticing that the drugs were slowly wearing off. "What do you feel like doing?" she asked him. She wanted to get back to partying and into a good mood again. "Thank you again, for saving me." she told him with a smile, she gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. Riley looked around to see what they could do. Also Riley made a mental note to herself, to thank Warren for bringing them here.

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

"That's true. As much as I want to make it onto the X-Men, there are other things in life besides running around in leather and throwing people into walls with my mind. Maybe if we were better on our verbal feet we'd have to fight less, y'know?" Though somehow I doubt words have ever worked with Magneto.

He considers things for a moment. "And then there's all the Mutant High drama. It's hard when there're so few of us around the same age. Things have been.... nice lately. Hanging around you is a lot of fun, Warren." Josh turns his face - which colors slightly - from where he'd been talking to Warren over his shoulder, just inches away, as if he'd said too much.

"What else is on the menu tonight? You're full of suprises." Josh continues dancing, being careful not to drift too far away and end their contact. Any more than a few inches and their conversation would be lost in the clash of noises.

[Warren Worthington III]

> "there are other things in life besides running
> around in leather and throwing people into walls
> with my mind."

Warren's laugh rumbles through his chest against Josh's back as they dance. "Oh? Actually, that sounds like half the parties I've been at lately. Well, OK, maybe not the 'with my mind' part."

> "Maybe if we were better on our verbal feet
> we'd have to fight less, y'know?"

"Mm. Hadn't thought about it that way. I was just thinking that being comfortable in different social situations comes in handy for infiltration and stuff like that. Doesn't matter too much here... most of these kids are pro-mutant if only because their parents aren't. But other places, other rules..." He trails off, thinking about Josh's comment some more, and adds "But you're right, it might help file the edge off some of our more hotheaded types, too."

He laughs again. "Think we could talk Logan into teaching an anger-management class?"

> "Things have been.... nice lately. Hanging around
> you is a lot of fun, Warren."

Warren smiles and tightens his arms in a quick hug. "Right back at you. Heck, I don't think I'd have arranged for this little shindig if you hadn't dragged me and Bobby to the movies, way back when. I haven't been doing too well at making friends around the Institute. Other than you."

Then Josh looks away, seemingly embarassed, and Warren loosens his grip. Smooth, Warren... way to make the kid uncomfortable. After your little performance on the roof earlier he probably thinks you're hitting on him.

Which, granted, isn't a bad idea, if Josh'd be up for it. Which maybe he is? Pretty much everyone he's ever hooked up with at parties has been more... forward. But then again celebrity groupies are a special case. Normal people are probably more circumspect, right?

He tries to remember if he's ever actually worked out which way Josh swings. He'd thought at first that Josh and Bobby had something going on, back when they'd all gone to the movies together, but he's pretty sure he'd misread that. And maybe there have been signals, now that he thinks about it. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking.

And even with his tactile sensitivity back down to normal levels, he can't deny he's enjoying this more than just a friendly dance. And Josh seemed to be, too... or was that just the music and the booze and the other couples making out on the dance floor?

Does it matter? It'd be fun either way, and it'd be nice to actually go home with someone for once after messing around with them at a rave.

He thinks about that for a while, and reluctantly concludes that it does. Because what happens tomorrow morning if he changes his mind? Not that he'd cry rape or anything, Warren's pretty sure, but it would be awkward, and Josh is still pretty much his only real friend around the Institute. And it's easier to find people to mess around with at raves than it is to find friends at home... or as close to "home" as he'd ever found, anyway.

Safer not to risk that, he tells himself. And he's pretty sure that's the right answer, even if it does feel like tying lead weights onto his wings.

> "What else is on the menu tonight? You're full of suprises."

"No, nothing special in mind... just enjoying the party 'till the limo comes back to pick us up." He hears the undertone of depression in his own voice and kicks himself mentally for it -- this is supposed to be a party, right? He tries to sound more enthusiastic as he adds "If you're getting bored, though, I bet that after your little exhibition any of the X-Fans would be happy to, um..." he pauses, not really sure why he's even saying this, but goes ahead and finishes the thought "...be on the menu?".

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

Man, this is great. Hard as it is to think coherently pressed up against Warren like he is, Josh gives it a shot anyway. Thank god I’m telepathic and not empathic. God only knows how I could keep a lid on my feelings right now - words are hard enough. Put a few drinks in me and I can’t stop thinking.

Do I say something? I don’t even know whether Warren is interested in men. I don’t even know if I’m interested in men…. I like Warren, though. Am I ‘Warrensexual’ or something? What happens if he says no? Dammit, I feel drunk whenever I’m around him. Briefly Josh realizes that he is, in fact, slightly drunk, but pushes forward.

Man, you’re pathetic. A blonde angel falls out of the sky and lets you pet his wings and suddenly you’re a pile of mush on the floor? A sardonic voice in the back of his head scoffs at him. Shut up. He steps on the little voice, squashing its protests. It’s not like that. I’ve never had so much fun with someone before. Josh realizes that Warren’s become part of his day - at least when he’s there at the Mansion. - a part that he’d miss sorely, even though it’s only been what, a month? And then, I’ve totally picked up some signals, right? I think. Pursuing boys isn’t really his field of expertise.

>If you're getting bored, though, I bet that after your little exhibition any of the X-Fans would be happy to, um..."

Josh’s eyes widen a bit. Did that last sound… disappointed? Maybe I’m not making things up. He wishes fleetingly for Professor Xavier’s skill in telepathy. That would make life boring, though. Well, I can at least set the record straight.

>"...be on the menu?"

He turns around, smiling enigmatically, and wraps his arms around Warren’s neck, looking him in the eye. <I’m happy right where I am, thanks. Believe me on that one.> His grip tightens into a hug. I’ve gone and stepped in it, now.

Josh catches Danny and Riley over Warren’s shoulder, and suddenly lets out a laugh. “You missed something,” he informs Warren. “Let me try to give you the instant replay.” He concentrates on his short term memory and attempts to broadcast it over, like in Jake’s last lesson. In theory, it’s supposed to be as easy as telepathic thought. In practice, it’s (perhaps unsurprisingly) more difficult, what with all the noises and thoughts flying about.

“Mm. Let me try something.” He tilts his head towards Warren, putting their foreheads into contact slightly. Much better. He sends the snippet of his memory. “Looks like someone’s hooking up tonight…” Josh keeps his voice playful, but stays alert for any sign of jealousy. He’d worked out in the last hour or so that the mental image when he’d first arrived wasn’t his own overactive imagination, but signal leakage from Riley. It doesn’t take a telepath to see how she looks at him, in any case.

[Tempero]

>>"Are you going to be OK?"

He hauls himself up to his feet, gradually getting better. It was really exhausting to violently borrow her powers from behind a door, and maintain that long enough to knock those guys out. But he did it, and the very euphoria was helping in his recuperation.

"Yeah, I think I'll be fine. It was just that I never did something like that before." he replies with a smile on his face. When she thanks him and then hugs and kisses him, he is left in a sort of a trance. Sure, he is very social, and makes friends easily, but this sort of thing hasn't really happened to him yet. The whole saving-a-girl-from-being-raped thing is completely new to him. His hand traces up to where she kissed him, and he is silent for a few moments.

"I think we should head over to the bar, to get some normal drinks and maybe recover a bit from the exertions. What do you think?" he replies to her, his smile still on his face, even though it is obvious in his eyes that he is a bit exhausted from the events of the evening.

[rileyfletcher]

Taking a step back to give Danny some room, she notice the look he had on his face, after she gave him a kiss. Riley smiled to herself and hoped that she didn't embarassed him. But she watched him as he was in a sort of trance for a bit, then traces the place where she had kissed him. He was quite for a few moments, but he soon speaks again.

Danny mentioned that they should go over to the bar and get some drinks and to recover a bit before doing anything else. "Alright, that sounds like a good idea." she said to him with a smile. Riley took his hand, so they would get slipt up going through the crowd and headed to the bar.

It took some time to get through everyone, but eventually managed to get to the bar. Riley saw Kitty still by the bar and went up to her. "Having a good time?" she asked her. Riley soon noticed that she was a bit drunk, but that's part of the fun being at a rave. She soon then odered herself a drink. It soon arrived and she took some sips from it. Riley was still a bit high from the drug, but it was wearing off.

[Warren Worthington III]

> <I’m happy right where I am, thanks. Believe me on that one.>

Warren's eyes widen comically at the hug for a fraction of a second before his hands move automatically to return it, then slide down to rest on Josh's hips. His wings curl around them instinctively, creating a little buffer-space away from the other dancers.

"Guh?"

In the moment it takes for Warren's brain to reboot, he decides he'd probably intended to be more articulate than that. Of course, that would depend on actually knowing what he was trying to articulate, wouldn't it? Like, for example, 'Yay!' or 'Me too!' or 'Sure you wouldn't prefer somewhere more naked?'

He slaps himself mentally at the thought. Down, boy, he's just being friendly. Right? It didn't mean what he'd thought it meant... did it?

He startles a bit at Josh's laugh, wondering if he'd accidentally spoken/thought something out loud, but no, he's watching Danny and Riley, who seem to be doing the fumbling boy-meets-girl thing (Is it something in the water?).

> "Mm. Let me try something."

"Anything you want..." Urk. He's pretty sure that was out loud. And what is the point of Josh learning to filter his telepathy if Warren can't learn to filter his voice?

He's distracted from worrying about that by Josh's head leaning against his. Which is an unusual move, but actually kinda hot in its own way, except now he's remembering Danny and Riley, which is weird, and -- oh. Right. Didn't know he could do that... neat trick. He flushes a little, thinking about other potential applications of that little talent that Jake probably isn't teaching Josh about. Unless...? No, no, you're being an idiot.

A stray part of his mind is vaguely aware of people taking pictures, and he moves his wings a bit higher to block their view. He should probably have mentioned the Internet photomontage the X-fans have been maintaining, but he hadn't expected Josh to become their latest target.

> "Looks like someone’s hooking up tonight..."

"We are?" The words slip out before he thinks about them, then he kicks himself mentally, not sure whether he's more annoyed by his apparent inability to open his mouth without jabbing his foot in it, or by the puppyish enthusiasm that somehow slipped into his voice.

Hey, Warren, you were listening to that whole 'Why Not To Date Your Classmates' lecture before, right? I'd hate to think I was just talking to myself to not hear myself talk. He's pretty sure it included a list of very good reasons for not making a move on Josh right now. He has to take it on faith, though, because right at the moment he can't remember any of them. Something about friendship and rape and waking up in the morning, but he can't remember what part of that was supposed to be a bad idea.

"Um, I, um, mean: they are? Good for them... might make the trip home a bit awkward, though. Unless we get a hotel room or something. Um, for them. I mean." He winces for a second, then can't help but laugh. "Guess you can see why I'm a nationally renowned public speaker, huh? Must have left my brain in my other coat."

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

Josh’s sides tingle when Warren’s hands slip down to them. Is this really happening? Suddenly they’re cocooned in warm feathers, and he forgets everyone else in the room.

That is, until the flashing lights around them flash a little differently. He stretches out with his mind and eyes together, and sees someone with a camera about 10 feet from them. Suppressing the urge to bolt, Josh stands his ground and holds tighter around Warren’s neck.

“You know, if I’m able to Google myself tomorrow morning, you are in so much trouble,” he whispers into Warren’s ear. “I hope this isn’t going to ruin your public image. Oprah’s going to have questions…” Erp. Bobby's going to have some questions too. I hope he doesn't check that website much...

>"We are?"

Josh’s eyes widen at this one - hopefully Warren doesn’t see it with how they’re positioned at the moment. The enthusiasm in his voice is unmistakable. Which pretty much solves the mystery, if the last 30 seconds or so hadn’t yet clobbered him over the head. Josh mentally curses the ambiguity of the phrase “hooking up”. He’s got, you know, urges and everything - he’s a teenage boy for Christ’s sake. But he wasn’t quite sure if he was ready to go all the way yet, even if every fiber of his being was begging him to throw Warren into the nearest wall and… do something, anyway. And what if he wasn’t any good? He didn't want to disappoint Warren...Well, all of that is totally not right now.

> […] Guess you can see why I'm a nationally renowned public speaker, huh? Must have left my brain in my other coat."

He listens to Warren fumble around, trying to cover for what he said. It’s way too late for that, bud.

“Warren… shut up.” Josh loosens his hold slightly, angling his head, and kisses Warren softly. He runs a hand playfully through the hair on the nape of the other boy's neck.

[Tempero]

He follows, incapable of actually giving in any resistance, and is part-dragged, part-pulled through the crowd. As they approach the bar, he orders a drink and takes a sip as soon as it comes. He looks around the crowd, noticing Warren's little feathery cocoon, but doesn't make anything of it, since he can't really see if there's anyone there, or if it's just the bird man being weird. After all, Danny knows him for, what, about 8 hours?

>>"Having a good time?"

He hears Riley's question, and answers with a yes before he even gets to notice that Kitty is there as well, and that she is being the one questioned. "Uh...sorry..." he says clumsily, thinking about the events that occurred in the past twenty minutes. A lot happened. One of the things was especially strange. Or, at least, not that normal. He realizes, slowly, that he cares for Riley more than for other people. How in earth would he have heard her message so clearly if it was otherwise? There were so many telepathic messages floating all over the place, even in the form of the thoughts of normal people, that it was a miracle how he picked hers up just in time.

And then the way he reacted. It was very fast, comparing to some of his previous interventions with other people. But that's impossible, I've only known her since we've met to come to the party! he thinks to himself furiously, and then after a while of thinking and recollecting, he adds, also to himself, Creep.

[Warren Worthington III]

It takes Warren a few moments to register Josh's whispering in his ears as a content-delivery mechanism to be interpreted, rather than simply as an experience to be... um... experienced. Fortunately, his memory turns out to be relatively unaffected by the meltdown the rest of his cognitive systems seem to be undergoing.

> "if I’m able to Google myself tomorrow morning, you are in so much trouble [..] I hope this isn’t going to ruin your public image. Oprah’s going to have questions…”

Urp. Yeah, I guess I really should have mentioned the whole Internet thing, after all. It's sweet of Josh to be worried about his reputation, but the real issue is the other way around and it's not fair for Warren to drop Josh into the deep end of that pool without at least knowing what he's getting into.

He tries to remember if he'd added "They'll end up splattered all over the Web" to his internal list of Reasons Not to Date Classmates, but he isn't sure. It occurs to him he really ought to write the list down and keep it in his Palm.

So, OK. We'd better get that talk over with now before I drag him even further into something he wasn't expecting... at least now it's just bad photos, but what if he gives someone his name? He takes a deep breath, trying not to hope for a sudden attack by evil mutants or terrorists or something to distract him from having this little talk.

"So, actually, you might be able tmfff?!!?...mmm...." Josh's soft lips brushing against his are nothing at all like evil mutants or terrorists, except in how effectively they distract him from finishing whatever thought it was he'd been trying to express a moment earlier.

Or maybe it's the fingers on his neck shooting lightning down his spine, yet another power he hadn't previously been aware Josh had. It's like that moment they had on the roof earlier, except without any chemical augmentation, and somehow that makes it even better. He tries not to think too much about other places Josh's hands could go and what other previously unsuspected powers they might turn out to have... on the one hand that was a pretty unambiguous signal (Yay unambiguous signals!), but he's still pretty sure Josh is inexperienced, and offering to nail him against a wall here and now (Yay, nailing against a wall! Or the ceiling! Or an airplane wing somewhere... or clouds... he pulls his hormone-slagged mind away from cataloging unusual surfaces and nonsurfaces two fliers could experiment with and returns it forcibly to its earlier train of thought) might scare him off.

Besides, he realizes, there's no rush... this, whatever it is, isn't going to end with the sunrise. At least, not if he doesn't screw it up. Which is novel, and it occurs to Warren that in a lot of ways he's as inexperienced at this... whatever it is as Josh is. Perhaps more, since Josh may have actually dated, ever.

Is that what we're doing? Dating? This could be a date, I guess... we're dancing, and kissing... people do that on dates, right? Sure, there was a bit of beating up on criminals and showing off our powers, but... then there was kissing...

Which reminds him about the kissing, which is still going on and he's not paying nearly enough attention to. Bad internal monlogue! No biscuit!.

He returns the kiss enthusiastically but gently, restricting himself to nibbling a little on Josh's lower lip as his hands slide up the back of his shirt, one ending up resting on a bare shoulder while the other leisurely traces semicircles the skin around the boy's leather choker.

As if on their own, his wings tighten, pulling the two of them closer together, which compels him to start swaying to the beat again, just to feel Josh's shirt, and the muscles underneath it, slide against his bare chest. It occurs to him idly that he's probably covered in sweat, but there's really not much to be done about that... pulling away certainly isn't an option, and there probably isn't a shower stall anywhere in the building. (We could break into an apartment nearby, though... he reins his imagination back in, wondering just how much of this Josh is picking up, if anything... then wonders just how much of it he wants Josh to pick up... then wonders what would happen if he deliberately "thought" some of it "out loud"... then reins his imagination back in again. He idly suspects he could continue that loop for hours if he weren't distracted by the (YAY!) kissing.)

Eventually the kiss ends and they peel away from each other a little, at least enough for each of them to take a breath.

"So... do I have to talk some more to get you to shut me up like that again? Because I'm pretty good at talking..."

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

This is possibly the best idea I’ve had - ever. Josh thinks to himself as he continues to kiss Warren. He jumps a little when he feels a hand snake up the back of his shirt. He drops his own hands slowly down from Warren’s neck, running them lightly between fluttering wings and around where both joined his back. Warren’s hand on his neck is electric. God. Are you reading my mind? I thought that was my job… He can sense the other boy’s excitement, but little of it is in actual thought. Something about a shower… Maybe he’s thinking about when we went flying, that very first time?

They pull away, and Josh’s heart is hammering in his chest.

>"So... do I have to talk some more to get you to shut me up like that again? Because I'm pretty good at talking..."

Josh breaks into a mischievous smile. Oh, Warren… “You are pretty good at talking. But I think you’re pretty good at kissing, too...” He leans in for another kiss, tugging a bit at Warren’s upper lip in the process. When he finally pulls away, he’s panting, and looks up through his eyelashes.

“Yeah. I knew I was right - but it’s always good to be sure.” At this point Josh realizes that the crush of people (or possibly Warren’s wings…. but who’s complaining? Not him.) has brought the two of them fully into contact with each other - he can feel taut muscles pressed up against his own. The only layer separating them is his own sleeveless shirt. It’s distinctly unfair that you can walk around with no shirt on and make me repeat sentences like some kind of zombie. Josh brushes a hand across Warren’s collarbone and stares into blue eyes. You’re so beautiful. Can a guy be beautiful? I think so…

It takes most of his willpower at this point to not give in to impulse, shove Warren against the nearest flat surface, and rub against him like a cat in heat. Jesus, Josh, you’re not some kind of man-skank. Take a deep breath or something.

“What… what are you thinking right now?” He’s honestly curious - everything happened so fast, though it seemed to have been hovering at their heels all night. He sets his hands lightly on Warren's hips.

I hope I’m not leaking. Unfortunately (or not?), much like his telekinesis, his telepathy tended to become stronger with greater emotion, but more unfocused. Net result - things squeaking through his filters both ways.

Stupid teep. The last thing he needs to hear is any of the stuff running through my brain right now… though my telepathy would make… y’know… interesting. I wonder how that works. Briefly he wishes he’d asked Jean about that sometime, but that leads to Scott, which leads to JeanandScott, and he hurriedly locks onto another thought. I doubt even “Dr. Grey” could get through the how-tos of telepathically-augmented sex without losing it... heh.

[Warren Worthington III]

> "you’re pretty good at kissing, too..."

The second kiss isn't a surprise, and Warren leans in to meet it. He mostly manages to suppress his internal chatter this time, focus on Josh's chest thumping against his, the warmth of him radiating through the thin shirt fabric, the smooth tightness of his bare shoulders and the way his hands probing the base of Warren's wings send waves of heat and cold chasing each other up and down his spine, the saltiness of Josh's lower lip as he slides his tongue against it experimentally.

It seems to last for hours, though Warren is fairly sure he can't hold his breath that long. Though who knows? Maybe he just hasn't ever been motivated enough to try.

> "Yeah. I knew I was right - but it’s always good to be sure."

Right about what? Warren wonders, ... my being a good kisser? The way Josh looks at him, flushed and panting like he'd just flown a 30-second mile, implies something more... something bigger, hotter. Especially hotter.

Warren's skin prickles and burns as a flush spreads from his face to halfway down his sweat-sheened torso, and he's gasping for breaths without quite being able to take a full one. For just a moment he feels about to faint, as all the blood in his body seems to make a beeline directly for his groin, feels like he's going to jump out of his own skin, his arms and legs a thousand miles away, his heart screaming through his chest like a subway train rushing past the station.

He doesn't ever want it to stop.

> "what are you thinking right now?"

Warren blinks -- it's an odd question from a telepath, though he knows Josh isn't really that kind of telepath -- but answers honestly, albeit a little tentatively: "Wondering how I can get you to look at me like that again... I mean, the way you were a second ago."

He bites his lip for a second, then leans his forehead against Josh's, not so much kissing as allowing their lips to brush together lightly as he concentrates. <Because whatever it is, I'd do it.> He wonders if his sensations are being sent along with the thoughts.

He hopes so.

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

Crushed as they are together, Josh feels, rather than sees, Warren start breathing faster. He even feels warmer to the touch. Worried for a second, he begins to speak, but then realizes that everything is fine. More than fine, really. Warren is simply letting out what both of them are feeling. Josh briefly wonders if anyone’s heart has ever burst with emotion. Mine might… Both of them are still panting a little.

He presses tighter to Warren’s body, as if to memorize how they fit together. In amongst all the panting and the rubbing and the sex eyes, something’s poking him in the lower midsection. With a jolt, he realizes what it is - but somehow it makes everything seem all the more right, more normal. He knows Warren can feel him, too, without a doubt. It’s okay, somehow.

>"Wondering how I can get you to look at me like that again... I mean, the way you were a second ago."

Warren’s response kicks his heart up into his throat, and he lets out a little sound.

> <Because whatever it is, I'd do it.>

At this, Josh can feel himself possibly getting even more aroused. A dozen images of the two of them in various stages of intimacy flash through his head, and he puts a mental cap on them before it’s too late and something slips through. Josh physically guides himself through an entire breath, in and out, as Warren centers the two of them, forehead to forehead. The touch of their lips makes him feel dizzy.

For some time, Josh has felt he’s shown signs of an aptitude for touch telepathy. Some things are just… easier with a physical connection. When their foreheads meet it’s different from last time. Their emotions, their thoughts, somehow co-mingle together as he reaches both of his hands up, placing a fingertip at each of the other boy’s temples, stroking gently. It’s like when you press magnets together - you can feel the raw power of the field, pressing, invisible. Except here, there’s no repulsion, only attraction, aching need, and somehow the deep connection feels effortless.

Oh, god… He can feel Warren. Not the Warren the base pairs, the proteins, the matter, but what makes him Warren. And Warren wants him, wants him to know that he wants him. <You have no idea how that makes me feel to hear you say that.> Josh stares into Warren’s eyes again. Their lips brush softly together. <But I can try to show you…> He focuses, through their physical connection, and pours out his heart and mind. His joys, his happiness, his arousal, even his fears, embracing Warren on a level deeper than the physical.

<i don’t know how it makes me feel it makes me feel everything all at once i’ve never felt this way before about anyone how am i doing this? are we going too fast i feel like i’m bursting out of my skin through my telepathy i want you am i doing this right am i a one night stand i hope not i’m scared you’re beautiful what will everyone think i don’t want to hurt you i think i want to touch your cock>

It’s exhilarating. Josh has never felt another person on such a fundamental level before.