Silk
Will rolled over, eyes squeezed very tightly shut. He bumped into a warm body when he did, which wouldn’t really be such a bad thing, except that when he did, his chest made contact with a solid shoulder, and he hissed as the welts criss-crossing his chest stung.
There was a shuffling movement from his bedmate, and Will opened his eyes to see a bleary eyed, bed-headed Warren Peace looking at him sleepily. “Are you all right?” Warren yawned.
“Chest hurts,” Will admitted, softly.
Warren peered down at his chest, smirked, and trailed his hand down the marks, making Will’s teeth clench and (though he was still a little ashamed to admit this) his cock twitch. “They’re sexy. Did you finish the mad science homework?”
Will sighed as his boyfriend rolled out of bed, searching for his jeans. “No, and you were right, can you please help me?”
“Holy shit, man!”
Will jumped, spinning to look around, confused. “What?” he asked, half hopping on one foot as he had been in the process of putting his jeans back on after gym class.
“What happened to you, man?!” Zach yelped, grabbing Will’s arm and forcing the other to straighten up a little (though he still balanced precariously on one foot) so he could look at Will’s chest, crisscrossed with angry red slashes. “Who did this?”
Will groaned, glad that Warren had left class early to go meet with Principal Powers today. This would be so much more awkward if he were actually here. “Warren.” he muttered.
“Warren did this?!” Zach dropped Will’s arm, taking a step back. “That’s not right, man. You should tell Principal Powers or something. Or your dad! He’d beat Warren up for you!”
“What? No!” Will sighed, flopping down on the bench when he just couldn’t stand on one foot anymore. “We... gah. Warren and I have... a really interesting sex life. And sometimes... things like whips get involved.”
“Whips,” Zach repeated, horrified.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Will insisted. “It’s just.... Warren is a kinky guy.”
“A kinky guy.” Zach repeated, confused.
“Yeah. Kinky sex life,” Will sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not really bad, it’s just... every once in awhile, I’d like to not wake up in pain?”
“Sounds like what Warren needs,” Ethan, who had apparently been listening all this time, spoke up, “Is some good old fashioned vanilla sex. He might relax then.”
Will blinked, straightening. “A good old fashioned seduction.”
“Yeah,” Ethan nodded.
Will turned to look at his much shorter friend, grinning. “Ethan, you’re a genius.”
“Red rose petals, scattered on the bed, and on the floor,” Layla said firmly, leaning forward eagerly as she did. “White baby’s breath and black eyed susans in a vase, in a couple vases. I’ll get them all for you. But they’re very important.”
“And you need these,” Magenta said, opening Will’s backpack to transfer about thirty candles from her own to his.
“Personally, I’d let him light them. Make him happy.”
“I need to have it ready before he gets there,” Will argued, nodding. “Okay. Music? Actually a good idea?”
“Totally man,” Zach leaned over his shoulder, nodding like one of those bobble-headed dolls. “Barry White’s good.”
Groans met that comment, and Ethan just shook his head. “If you want music, go for Enya, or Dido, or classic. No Barry. Not a good idea.”
“Right,” Will nodded. “Anything else?”
There was a soft thunk on the table, and Will found himself looking at a small stack of burgundy coloured silk sheets.
They looked up, gaping at Mr. Boy, who looked stern. “They’d better be dry cleaned when I get them back,” he said, then grinned and added, “What kind of freelance sidekick would I be if I didn’t help out my old hero’s kid once in awhile?”
Warren didn’t look up from his book as he entered Will’s room. “I got the message to come, Stronghold, but I thought you said you had a lot of work to do, so...” he looked up then, and stopped dead. “Stronghold?”
Will’s curtains were drawn, and the room was lit only by dozens of candles, softly glowing. Bunches of black eyed susans, not in a vase after all, were artfully set around the room on every available surface, and any clutter, like computers and weight benches, had either been removed or covered with large burgundy clothes. The silk sheets were on the bed, which was covered in loose rose petals, vanilla scented incense sticks burned on the beside table, and Tchaikovsky’s Waltz from Sleeping Beauty played in the background. (His mother’s contribution to the effort.)
Will stood when Warren entered, reaching behind the older boy to tug the door shut, then reaching up to take both Warren’s backpack and the book from his limp fingers.
“What is going on?” Warren asked, looking around warily.
Will reached up again, and slid his hands under Warren’s jacket, slipping it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor before he reached up, cupped his boyfriend’s face, and kissed him, slow, sweet, and sensual.
Pulling back a fraction, he murmured against his lips, “I’m seducing you,” and then he slid his hands under Warren’s t-shirt, pulling it up and off.
“Oh,” Warren said, blinking, but didn’t protest when Will led him towards the bed, settling them both down amongst the silk and flowers.
“Is it working?” Will smiled, planting another sweet kiss on his boyfriend.
Warren sighed contentedly, eyes half lidded.
“That,” Will said, pleased. “I am going to take as a yes.”
Go back to Sky High.