Post-Linkin-Park-Concert Rave

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

Josh wonders if he could get tired of feeling Warren’s hands on his body. He hopes not - it drives him crazy. The other boy’s body jerks at his touch - here’s some of your own medicine, babe. He idly contemplates the many uses of telekinesis in getting Warren off. Maybe it’s a little early for that.

He’s swirling a finger around Warren’s bellybutton and abs as warm, strong hands begins to caress his neck. They abruptly stop, and Josh is about to disengage from their kiss to complain when they return, putting his X-choker back on. The combination of Warren’s arousal and the fact of it spiking both physically and telepathically at that moment gives him momentary pause. He grins into their kiss, and breaks away for a moment. Did someone have a little fetish? I’ll have to keep that in mind… He briefly imagines letting Warren work him out of his X-Men uniform.

“Mmm. You’re warm. It’s kinda cold out here…” Josh slips one of his arms across Warren’s chest and leans half onto him, entwining their legs and kicking off his sandals. “Someone’s got a thing for my necklace…” he whispers softly into Warren’s ear, brushing a hand across it, and suddenly jerks a little when he picks up a particularly strong burst of telepathic arousal. He nuzzles into Warren’s sternum, inhaling his scent.

There’s something amazing about being able to touch the mind of someone you care about. Josh isn’t sure how ‘normal’ people go through their entire life without experiencing it, but he reaches out to Warren and enfolds him in a big blanket of excitement, lust, and affection. He telepathically drags a ‘hand’ across what he thinks correspond to erogenous zones - in any case, they’re giving off chemical signals like none other.

He teases a spot on Warren’s neck, worrying it with his tongue and lips. Deep inside, the rational part of him is noting that Warren is quite frequently on television, and that part of him wags a disapproving finger. The part that is reveling in their physical and telepathic contact is rubbing against Warren’s leg insistently. He whimpers a little, and tries to send his sensations back over their mental link.

[Warren Worthington III]

> “Mmm. You’re warm. It’s kinda cold out here... Someone’s got a thing for my necklace...”

Warren grins sheepishly, though he's not really embarassed. The choker is a turn-on, and he doesn't mind Josh knowing that. Not that the boy needs any help in that department, and not that he expects to have very many secrets of that sort left after a while. And "after a while" is more of a turn-on in its own way than anything else.

His tongue being busy with one of Josh's earlobes, he lets his mind do the talking as he wraps his wings again around them both. A moment later he's pulled Josh's shirt up around his shoulders, luxuriating in the feel of their torsos against one another and his wing-membranes against the tight muscles of the boy's back. <Cold, I can do something about. Not to mention getting to touch you all over at once!>

It occurs to him he can send that sensation, rather than talk about it, but before he quite gets himself put together enough to do so he feels Josh do something to his mind, like rubbing liquid silk over every sensitive part of his body at once, like an hour of very inventive foreplay condensed into two seconds of experience, like... well, like nothing else in the world, really.

It only lasts a moment, but it seems timeless. He's vaguely aware as he recovers from it of Josh nibbling on his neck, of an insistent hardness against resilient flesh. A moment later, he's no longer sure which of them is doing what or which throat that needy whine came out of, and for just a moment he balances helplessly on a precipice of sensation, ready to dive off, before a brief window of self-control miraculously returns.

He doesn't trust himself to mind-speak just now, not with his body still aflame with sensation, but it takes him a few tries to actually get words out of his throat. He realizes after a while that it's because somewhere in there he forgot to breathe, and takes a long, deep breath that only shudders a little. He rolls over onto his left side to put a little space between them, still keeping his wings around them and his left arm under Josh's chest, puts a finger to Josh's lips.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this, but... whatever you just did? Don't do it again until you mean it, OK? Because if I didn't have the willpower of a saint just then, I think we'd be picking up shreds of your pants some time around sunrise, and I distinctly remember you saying something about "taking it slow".

He grins and relaxes a little, breathing more evenly. "But don't forget what it was, OK? Because... well, when you are ready..." he thinks about that a moment more, reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out the packet of pills he'd picked up at the beginning of the evening, and hurls them into the river "...I think I may make a profession out of coming up with ways to convince you to do it again."

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

Josh puts a hand to his temple - whatever he did to Warren just drove him wild. The sensations rebounding onto his mind are almost overwhelming. Oh. God. He lets out a gasp.

And then it’s over again, and Warren’s rolled a bit to the side. Breathing hard, he hears Warren just barely get out a few words.

> "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but... whatever you just did? Don't do it again until you mean it, OK? Because if I didn't have the willpower of a saint just then, I think we'd be picking up shreds of your pants some time around sunrise, and I distinctly remember you saying something about "taking it slow".

He gives Warren puppy eyes, but privately agrees. “Hey now, you were Mr. We-Have-Eternity about 5 minutes ago… But yeah. Maybe you’re right.” He pulls his shirt back down over his shoulders. “Um. Sorry about that, though. I’ve never had the skill level to do that with my telepathy until recently, I think… nor have I wanted to for anyone else. Didn’t know it was that… strong.” He snuggles against Warren’s chest, and kisses it lightly, laying his head down on it. <It’s not nice to tease.>

> when you are ready...

His heart beats a little faster at the thought, but he stays unmoving, rising up and down on Warren’s chest with each of his breaths. He vaguely hears a quiet plop in the river, and reaches out with his mind. Hm.

Josh had known going into this that Warren had a bit of a reputation… in fact, it was that reputation that had convinced him until about… what? Only an hour ago? It was easy to lose track of time lost in Warren’s head… anyway, only a few hours ago he’d still been convinced Warr was out of his league. And from the sound of things Warren had replaced real connections and friends with groupies and getting high. He hoped that the other boy’s admittance of that earlier was a step in the right direction. I don’t think it’s my place to say anything quite yet.

He could lay like this in the chill air, by the water, feeling Warren’s heartbeat in his ear pretty much forever. But the sky seemed to be getting a tad brighter…

“What time is it, anyway? You make me lose track.” He lightly traces a fingernail around Warren’s nipple.

[Warren Worthington III]

> "Hey now, you were Mr. We-Have-Eternity about 5 minutes ago"

Warren mock-glares for a second. "That was before you turned out to have secret Mutant Sex Powers before which we mere mortals can do nothing but writhe helplessly in delerious ecstacy. Now it's all I can do to keep from devoting the rest of the week to methodically fucking you senseless. Especially if you keep up the puppy eyes."

He grins suddenly, feeling way too good to even pretend to be annoyed, and leans back with a happy sigh.

> "I’ve never had the skill level to do that with my telepathy until recently, I think… nor have I wanted to for anyone else."

Warren's read the phrase 'his/her heart leapt in his/her chest' countless times in cliched text, but he's never before realized that it could actually feel like that, like an overeager puppy overcome by the sheer joy of existence, because of such a simple phrase. Warren had thought he had experience with this whole relationship thing, but ever since their first kiss... what, an hour ago?... it's been a series of revelations, like learning to fly all over again.

"Well," he replies through a grin, "I don't suppose it's the sort of thing that will get you evaluation points in Danger Room exercises, but I can assure you it has important real-world applications. I'd encourage you to work on improving it except I think it would turn my brain to jam if you actually ever did..."

He shuts up then, content to lie there with Josh's head on his chest, one wing curled gently around his back, the other wingtip idly slipping into and out of the boy's pants legs to gently stroke his calves, his fingers ruffling Josh's spiky hair. He listens for a long time to the waves against the riverbank, to the slow rhythm of Josh's breathing and the syncopated beats of their hearts and the faint traces of music coming from the warehouse and notices that every ninety seconds or so their heartbeats line up for a little while, and that's pretty cool, and it occurs to him that enhanced hearing has advantages he hadn't ever had reason to explore before.

This is nice, he thinks, and he's not sure if he sent it out loud but it doesn't really matter, because he's pretty sure Josh is thinking more or less the same thing.

> “What time is it, anyway? You make me lose track.”

Warren shrugs, and the play of his shoulder-muscles against Josh's neck is so much fun he does it again just to repeat he experience. "Beats me. Limo service'll call when they're ready to pick us --" he's interrupted by Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyrie" coming from his pants, which actually floors him for a moment before he remembers he recently selected it as his ringtone.

"Heh. Now that's timing." He pulls out his cellphone and talks briefly to the limo driver, then reluctantly sits up. "He's on his way... can you give Danny a think and let him know?" He leans in for a last, slow kiss as he pockets the phone. <I'd call his cell, but I've only got the one mouth...>

(( OOC: Thus endeth the Josh and Warren Show, Rave Division. Kitty/Danny/Riley, feel free to either do more rave RP back at the party or end the thread, whichever y'all prefer. ))

[Bobby Drake]

(( OOC: OK, this thread seems to be over. Archive away, Py! ))