A/N: I finally have a good idea for a Warren/Andrew fic...To bad I'm probably to lazy to finish all of it...I don't know. I'm on the sequel to my Harry Potter fic and it's already almost done, so I might be able to finish this.
Obsessive love: a form of love where one person is emotionally obsessed with the other.
Obsession
Obsessions. Everyone had them. Warren was no different, although, in his mind he was smarter then most people-which of course he really was. Warren didn't realize he had so many obsessions though, and that was the problem. He realized some of course-Star Trek and machinery were easy to figure out. He had never quite realized he had had an obsession with Katrina though. Now that she was dead though, it was time for his mind to become obsessed with something else...Or someone else.
"Andrew, hand me the red wire."
Andrew wasn't paying any attention to him though. He was busy with his favorite pastime; Watching Jonathan sleep. He was peaceful looking when he slept. His eyes were moving back and forth like he was having a dream, and, Andrew, full in daydream mode, wondered if he was dreaming about him. Andrew blushed lightly at the thought. Jonathan wouldn't...Andrew had seen Jonathan looking at him a lot more lately though.
"Andrew!" When Warren had looked over, the second-in-command was staring at the spud. He didn't know why, but it irritated him. He didn't have feelings for Andrew; No, that was just disgusting. Andrew was..Well, Andrew. He wet the bed until he was in seventh grade. He had this weird habit of tensing up whenever going near a public bathroom (Warren actually thought this was from being swirlied by bullies for so many years.). Andrew never brushed his hair. Ever. He just jelled it up in that stupid style. Jonathan had showed him a picture of when the two were in eight grade one time though, and Andrew had curls in it. Curls were worse. "Andrew," His thoughts going in that...direction had irritated him worse so his voice came out a bit harsh. "Hand me the red wire."
Now that Warren thought about it though...Andrew was smart. Not as smart of him, but Warren would hate dating (a word he hated anyway) any one that was a complete moron. He had always had Katrina on his mind before so he was just now really looking at Andrew, but he wasn't bad looking. He was attractive, really. His hair was a nice color even if it was completely stupid looking. He wasn't overweight-a chance he might be underweight though-, and he had bright, blue eyes.
Andrew handed Warren the wire he wanted. Jonathan had woken up when Warren screamed Andrew's name so the moment was ruined anyway. Warren was giving Andrew a smile-one he hadn't saw before. It was bright and friendly looking. He was giving him a look that told Andrew he know something Andrew didn't. Andrew blushed. Did Warren know he had a crush on Jonathan? Andrew hoped not. If Warren told Jonathan, would they make fun of him? He doubted Jonathan would...But what if Warren told him and Jonathan was freaked out and didn't want to talk to him anymore? Tucker freaked out when he had found out and wouldn't speak to him anymore. He didn't want that to happen with Jonathan. He would do anything for Warren not to tell.
"Andrew...Can I talk to you for a sec?" Warren glanced at Jonathan and lowered his voice. "Alone?"
Andrew swallowed. He did know, didn't he? Better get this over with. Andrew nodded.
Warren stood up and lead him into his mother's living room. She wasn't home and the short-link was downstairs, so they were alone in the room.
"Relax, Andy."
Andrew gulped. Warren only called him "Andy" when he really wanted something. He didn't do it often-it seemed a bit..intimate to Andrew-, but when he did, it was usually something that would put Andrew in danger.
Warren put his hands on Andrew's slim shoulders and began to run them, trying to work out the tension in them. It wasn't working, but Warren ignored Andrew's awkwardness.
"So, Andy...I know about your secret."
Andrew forgot to breath for a moment. Here it came. What would he want?..
"Se-secret?"
Warren leaned closer to Andrew, making the blond to tense up worse. "Yes Andy, secret." Warren closed the gap between them by kissing Andrew.
'So this is what he wants from me....' Andrew thought sourly. 'Anything for him not to tell....'