Y'all. I'm fucking trash. I was like, "I need to get this chapter out on Sunday because it's Warren's Birthday!" Because I celebrate fictional characters' birthdays. I don't even celebrate my own birthday and haven't since I was 16 but whatever. Happy Birthday, Warren Graham-cracker. But really, I HAD to get this out for his birthday because what better birthday present than the gift of getting him laid?
So yeah that means there's smut in this chapter. Idk if any of y'all dislike smut but it's at the end so like if you don't like you can just read the beginning part and just skip the end. But I did warn in the description that there would be smut so I'm guessing if you're reading you at the very least don't mind sex scenes. I don't know where I was going with this ramble.
Also another warning. I'm pretty sure the next chapter's going to be short as hell. Compared to every other chapter I've published so far, at least. It might not be when I've finished hardcore editing it but there's a good chance it's still gonna be pretty short.
But uh... yeah enjoy. Comment/review/whatever and I hope you like it.
Warren plopped down on Nathan's couch the moment he was let into the room. He took in the sight of the room for the first time completely sober. It was strange how clean and organized it was. It almost looked like it wasn't lived in if it weren't for the few personal touches here and there. He immediately noticed the projector and his eyes lit up as he thought about the prospect of watching movies on that thing. It would be amazing. Even Netflix and chilling with that thing would be awesome, except it would be too awesome and they'd probably never get to the "and chill" part. He also noticed the bondage-esque photos and felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he wondered if Nathan was actually into that sort of thing.
After Nathan closed the door and locked it, Warren gestured for him to sit beside him. Nathan instead opted to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn't want to be that close to Warren, not even he expected the conversation to not go well at all. He didn't even understand why he was entertaining Warren by agreeing to have it.
He bit his lip and lowered his eyes to the ground. He knew full well why he agreed to it. There were so many reasons. Like he was tired of denying himself what he wanted, especially since he knew he could get it from someone that would keep their mouth shut. There were other reasons. Warren intrigued him. He was different and kind and not judgmental. It was apparent that he even enjoyed the others company at least so some extent. His stupid little crush he'd once had when he'd steal looks at the boy down the hall was beginning to progress into something more. It started with the night of the incident and was only made worse by them spending almost the entire day together. The feelings were so new and exciting and oh so very captivating and he just wanted to be able to relish in them.
Except he couldn't because Warren was a boy and he was gay and therefore he was disgusting. He could never allow himself such a revolting pleasure again. It could ruin the Prescott name. He had an empire to carry on and he couldn't destroy it. He couldn't disappoint his family like that. It was bad enough that all these other things were wrong with him. Like that he was crazy. Like he had to take a slew of pills just to appear somewhat normal. For him to also be gay, though…
He remembered at a young age his father making it perfectly clear that him liking boys was possibly the worst thing he could ever do. It was a memory he'd never forget. He was about eleven when it happened. He stupidly made an offhanded comment about another boy being attractive. He didn't understand that it wasn't normal or that he'd done something wrong until the moment they got behind closed doors at home. Up until that point in his life, his father had only hit him a few times and slapped him around a bit. But that time, that was the first time he was actually beaten. It was also the only time his father had thrown something at him: a majolica vase, which hit his stomach and shattered on impact. It left a long, jagged scar on his stomach that served as a constant reminder of what could happen if he ever entertained those feelings again. As if he needed a reminder of the exact moment his life started its downward spiral
Or maybe he did. If he didn't, he wouldn't have brought Warren into his room with the intention of trying to get in his pants again.
"We can't be anything, so you need to stop trying." There was an edge to Nathan's voice as he said it.
Warren looked up at him, his face scrunched in confusion as he said, "You brought me in here just to tell me that?" He was quiet a moment as he examined Nathan, knowing that he must have been missing something. He stood up, taking a few steps towards Nathan, and bent his knees so they'd be eye level while Nathan continued to sit on the bed. He placed a hand on the other boy's shoulder and felt a light tremble pulsing through Nathan's body. "Whoa, are you okay dude?
Nathan felt panicked and conflicted. He wanted Warren to be near and stay near yet he knew that he absolutely shouldn't want that. He hated the feeling. He hated the confusion. He hated that his life had to be so damn complicated. He wanted, oh so badly, just to pull Warren on top of him and collapse on the bed. They could cuddle and talk and then let it naturally progress to more things. An incident that wasn't clouded by drugs or alcohol. Yet, what Nathan wanted more than anything, was to be just be loved. Hopefully by his father.
The older he got, the more he doubted that was something he'd ever get.
Warren sat down next to him and wrapped an arm around him, pulling Nathan in. His other hand went to gently caress Nathan's face. Nathan hadn't even noticed he was crying until Warren wiped a few tears away. He allowed himself to rest his head on Warren's shoulder.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I care about you." Warren didn't understand what was going on. Why was Nathan having so upset? It had seemed like the pair had a good day. It seemed like they were getting closer and how could that be a bad thing? He could easily understand why Nathan would want him to keep his mouth shut about them; it could murder their reputations but maybe there was more to it. Warren's parents had always been understanding of Warren's sexuality but maybe Nathan's parents weren't. It wasn't an uncommon problem for non-straights to have. He didn't know, though. He just knew that he hated that Nathan was upset.
"You don't care about me!" Nathan snapped, forcefully pulling out of Warren's embrace. "No one fuckin' does!" He stomped a few feet away before pacing around the room as he continued to ramble. "There's so much shit wrong with me. I'm fucking crazy… I fuck up all the time and when I try to fix it I just fuck things up even worse!"
"Nathan, don't think like that…"
Nathan stopped his pacing momentarily as he turned to Warren and said, "Why? It's the God-damned truth!" He fidgeted, his fingers tapping against his legs. "People who aren't crazy don't need to be pumped up full of meds just to get through the day! People who aren't crazy don't need drugs or booze to feel happy! People who aren't crazy don't want the things that I want!"
"Nathan," Warren said once again, this time gently as if he said the word too harshly it would shatter. "Being different doesn't make you crazy."
Nathan stopped pacing once again, his hands still twitching and trembling. "Then why do I feel like I'm losing my mind?"
Warren couldn't stand it. The tone of Nathan's voice, the words he was using, the body language; it was obvious Nathan was hurting and felt alone. Though Warren didn't understand what Nathan was going through, he still wanted to help. Even if Nathan refused to tell him what was going on, Warren could at least do his best to make Nathan not feel like he was alone in the world.
He hesitantly got up from the bed and pulled Nathan into a tight embrace, one hand on the other's head and the other on his back. Nathan sobbed into his shoulder for the second time that night. Again, Nathan hated himself for loving the feeling of being in Warren's arms. He couldn't help it; he just felt so safe. After all, if even Victoria thought Warren was a good person, then he must be amazing.
However, was he amazing enough to risk everything for? It wasn't everything, really. It just felt like everything. It wasn't like he wanted to take over the Prescott Empire. It was just something that had gotten showed off on him when Kristine had been practically disowned by the family. She was originally supposed to take over the family business but a year into college she switched her major to Social Work and the responsibility got thrust onto Nathan's shoulders. It was never what he wanted. He didn't know what he wanted for his future, but having it planned for him certainly wasn't it.
As Nathan's sobs subsided, he removed his head from Warren's shoulder and was met with the realization of how close their faces were. He knew very well what he wanted in that moment. It had kept randomly crossing his mind in the week since it last happened. He had rather pleasant dreams about it. With them alone in his room, the door already locked, they had the perfect set-up for it. Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't already a disappointment to his father anyways.
He felt his heart pounding in his chest as their lips connected one again. The bad thoughts started to melt away, the thoughts about how he shouldn't want it and it made him repulsive. Instead, his mind was focused on what was so right about it. His pulse was racing in a good way. It made him happy even without any drugs or alcohol in his system. He'd always assumed he didn't really like kissing and thought of it as something that impeded what he really wanted. He could no longer think that as he explored Warren's mouth with his own. He almost groaned as Warren pulled away, their noses still lightly touching but their lips too far apart.
"You're avoiding talking again," Warren stated.
Nathan gave him a look of desperation, trying to convey with his eyes what he was sure he'd never be able to vocalize to Warren. "Can we just… not talk please?" There was an imploring lilt in his voice. He wanted to keep going, to progress the passion before his troublesome thoughts had a chance to take over once again. He wanted to feel the connection without the numbing effects of tequila and pot and whatever else he'd done that night. He wanted to wake up with Warren beside him in the morning, maybe go out to breakfast or something. By then, though, he knew he'd be in the midst of another panic attack. But that was tomorrow's problem.
Warren was at a loss for words. He hadn't anticipated the possibility of them going to bed together when they found out they'd be spending the day together. He expected Nathan to completely ignore him or to be a dick to him. He also wanted to know if it was going to actually lead to something or if that was even a possibility. He wondered if Nathan even cared about him or if it was just to pass the time. Considering he'd seen Nathan cry twice in the past hour, he was beginning to think it was the former rather than the later.
"Fine, but you're not getting out of talking about it tomorrow." It went against Warren's better judgment. The logical part of his brain knew that it was entirely possible that he'd regret giving in when he woke up the next morning. That wasn't the part of him that was currently in control, though. The part of him that was in control was the part that constantly wondered what drunk him had experienced with Nathan. It was the same part of him that had contemplated going down the hall to try and find out.
Which was why he couldn't resist. He didn't need to go down the hall and the wondering was just making him shiver in anticipation. Nathan was standing right in front of him, fully willing, and Warren couldn't resist the offer. Though he was smart and finally a legal adult, he was still a horny, hormonal teenager. Besides, with the way Nathan was intensely looking up at him, his eyes darkening with anticipation, how could Warren deny him?
Warren wrapped one arm around Nathan to pull him closer, the other hand being using to tilt Nathan's chin up. As it had earlier, the kiss started out gentle. Soft. Tender, even as Warren sucked Nathan's bottom lip into his mouth. It was after Warren took a few steps back towards the bed, pulling Nathan on top of him, that things changed. The kiss became eager. Teeth clicking. Lip biting. Warren tried to steady his breathing, to slow himself down. He was getting into it far too quickly. Maybe it was because he knew where it was headed. Maybe it was the fact Nathan was just a really good kisser. Warren would have been embarrassed at the ease of which the problem in his pants returned if he didn't feel evidence of Nathan's arousal pressed against his hip.
Nathan tried to move more quickly than he normally would. Partially because he was afraid Warren would otherwise change his mind and demand for a talk he wasn't ready to have. Partially it was because of his own excitement. He'd been denying himself what he wanted for so long, forcing himself to instead try to satisfy those cravings with random girls he'd meet at parties. It never worked and it had been worse since his first experience with Warren. Now his time with women just left him wanting more.
So he couldn't really blame himself when he hurriedly tried to rid Warren of his clothes. As soon as Warren's shirts were off, Nathan's hands roamed. He didn't understand why he loved Warren's chubby little stomach so much. He loved it even more as his hands roamed the mostly smooth skin over it. The only place it wasn't soft and smooth was bellow Warren's navel, where thick, coarse hair covered it and lead down to something that Nathan was sure would make him feel fucking amazing by the end of the night.
Nathan complied as Warren removed his jacket. And his cardigan. When it was only a thin, white t-shirt that was left covering his stomach and, more specifically, the hideous scar that plagued it was when Nathan protested. Warren didn't understand. He was certain that Nathan had nothing to be self-conscious about. But he didn't know and Nathan wasn't going to tell him.
Before Warren could press the issue further, Nathan rolled his hips against his. He hoped the delicious friction was enough of an incentive to drop the subject. When Warren grabbed the collar of Nathan's shirt and pulled him down into a rough kiss, Nathan knew the subject wasn't going to be discussed further. It was almost too much for him. Their hips grinding together. Warren fucking his mouth with his tongue. Nathan felt dizzy. Intoxicated. All the sensations were amazing.
And then they got better.
Warren flipped Nathan onto his back and before he knew it, his whole lower body was exposed. Shoes off. Slacks off. Grey briefs off. His breathing became labored as Warren knelt before him on the floor and pulled Nathan to the edge of the bed. Warren stared at the newly exposed hardness between Nathan's legs. It was intimidating. He'd never gone down on a guy before. He knew vaguely what he needed to do based on what he liked himself as well as things he's seen and read. It seemed easy enough. Or at least it did when his face wasn't inches away from a fully erect cock.
Nathan bit his lip to keep from crying out as Warren took him into his mouth. Nathan was once again surprised at how different being with a guy was, especially when it was something he'd had done to him loads of times before. He hadn't expected how much better it would feel, especially since it was obvious that Warren wasn't experienced in that way. Warren was tentative as he tried various things; running his tongue up the underside of the length, sucking on the tip. Trying to deepthroat was a bad idea that made him almost vomit. He was sloppy. His movements were erratic. Yet Nathan loved it and rewarded his efforts with groans of his name and gentle tugs on his hair.
Nathan looked down, watching his dick disappear and reappear from Warren's mouth and hand and he settled into a rhythm. What Warren lacked in skill he more than made up for with enthusiasm. It was certainly a sexy thing to see, one Nathan hoped he'd always remember. He tried his best to hold off on his release. He wanted to relish in the sensations and take in the sights for as long as possible because in the back of his mind he knew what the morning held. As he was about to warn the boy between his legs of his imminent release, he did just that. He dissolved into pleasure, throwing his head back into his plush comforter as he let out a raspy moan.
Warren's eyes widened as Nathan unexpectedly spurted down his throat. He swallowed because it was already in his mouth so it just made sense to him. He hadn't expected it to taste the way it did, assuming for some reason it would taste like how women did. He removed the cock from his mouth after Nathan was fully finished. He licked the remnants of the cum from his lips as he got back on the bed beside Nathan.
"I'm sorry, Warren…" Nathan looked mortified. He knew if the roles were flipped and Warren had unexpectedly finished in his mouth, he'd have been livid. He'd have told Warren to get the fuck out of his room. Yet another part of him couldn't help but notice how incredibly hot he found it that Warren had swallowed.
Warren nuzzled his cheek, murmuring, "Don't worry about it," after Nathan once again apologized. He laid a trail of kissed up Nathan's jaw, stopping when he got to the ear. He was hesitant for a moment, not sure if he should say what he was about to say. "Did I… Did we… Can I…" His already red face darkened with embarrassment. "Never mind."
"Warren," Nathan said flatly, "…considering I just jizzed in your mouth, you shouldn't be fucking afraid to ask me shit."
"Can I… uh..." Warren mentally cursed how awkward he was. Nathan was right; he shouldn't be afraid to ask him, especially since they'd already had sex before.
Nathan rolled his eyes, his typical cockiness returning as Warren became flustered before him. He walked over to his dresser and opened the bottom drawer, grabbing a condom and a bottle of lube from inside. He placed them in Warren's hand, trying to expedite what he was certain was going to happen, before sitting back down. He kissed the other deeply while he freed Warren from his jeans and Spiderman boxers. He lazily stroked the newly exposed cock.
"Go for it."
Warren nodded before laying Nathan down on the bed and propping his hips up with a pillow. He went slow, using a considerable amount of lube, as he inserted one finger into Nathan's entrance. Nathan was relaxed and so the first finger slid in with ease. Still, Warren gently fingered him quite a bit before relubing and adding a second digit. He was afraid of rushing and hurting Nathan. He had no memory of preparing Nathan before and had only a vague idea of what he was doing.
Nathan's breath hitched as Warren slid a third finger inside of him. Warren paused, mistaking it as a sign of pain before Nathan grumbled at him to keep going. It felt wonderful, especially when Warren experimentally curled his fingers and ran them along Nathan's prostate. Nathan grew impatient with Warren's overly cautious prepping, squirming as he tried to get Warren's fingers out of him and just get to what he'd wanted all along, dammit!
He huffed, grabbing the condom from the bedside table where Warren had placed it, and carefully sliding it onto Warren. As Warren fully slid out of his jeans and boxers, Nathan made a motion to turnover so he'd be on all fours. Warren stopped him, returning Nathan onto his back with his hips propped up. Nathan stared up at Warren in confusion.
"I… I want to see your face… and stuff…" Warren hated how awkward he sounded, especially since they were about to have sex. For fucks sake, he needed to sound confident. In control.
Nathan didn't understand why Warren would want to be up close and personal while they fucked. "I think you can get deeper if I flip over. I mean, I've never been in your position but I think that's how it works. I figured you'd like that."
Warren pushed Nathan's hips up to where they needed to be before climbing over to kiss him. "I'd rather be able to do that." He was an uncharacteristic warmth fill Nathan's eyes before he averted his gaze and nodded in response. Warren leaned back for a moment, applying lube to his latex-covered cock and some more to Nathan's entrance. He leaned back in for a kiss as he entered Nathan, almost painfully slowly, moaning into the other's mouth as he did so.
Warren stopped after he was fully inside of Nathan. He was certain he was supposed to give Nathan a moment to adjust because fingers would never do a cock justice. At least, Warren didn't think so. It was difficult for him to resist moving. Nathan was tight, delectably so, and it took every bit of restraint not to immediately start pounding into him.
"Are you okay?" Warren breathed, his forehead pressed against Nathan's.
Nathan looked up at him intensely. "Yes. Keep going."
As Warren began a steady rhythm, Nathan couldn't help but feel emotional. It was weird as it wasn't something he typically felt while having sex. He was used to sex as being merely a means to an end, something just to get his orgasm before moving on with his life. The girls he'd been with were always well aware and were using him for the same reason. He'd had the inkling it was the same sort of thing when he and Warren had been drunk and had sex weeks before. Going into their current encounter, he assumed it would be the same thing.
It seemed like that wasn't the case. Not with the constant kissed from Warren. Not with the way Warren tenderly ran his fingers through his hair. Not with the way Warren caressed every inch of exposed skin he could get his hands on. Not with the way Warren moved his hips to make sure that Nathan was enjoying every thrust just as much as he was. Not with the intense gaze he kept seeing in Warren's eyes. It was very different from the sex Nathan had prior, where both he and the whatever girl it was could easily change each other out and get the same effect. No, the sex he was having was very different and it was terrifying.
But it also felt amazing. He always craved the sort of contact and longed for the kind of connection that Warren was giving him. He was too into it to focus on the worries that would surely plague him in the morning. Like how he wanted Warren all to himself, or at least for Warren to only share that part of himself with Nathan. To try to obtain that, he roughly raked his nails down Warren's back, hard enough to make sure that there would be marks. He also bit down onto Warren's shoulder, being sure to leave another mark there.
Since Warren's mouth was no longer being occupied, he began murmuring into Nathan's ear, "Oh fuck you feel so good, oh my GOD, you're so tight, holy shit, you feel so damn good around my dick…" and suddenly Nathan was all too aware of the fact that he was hard again. Huh. Nathan hadn't expected dirty talk to have such an effect on him, but whatever. He grabbed Warren's hand and led it up and down his erection. Between that, the dirty whisperings in his ear, and the steady rhythm of Warren hitting his sweet spot, he didn't last very long. He was soon moaning Warren's name as he spilled onto the shirt he'd refused to take off.
There was no time to be irritated by his soiled shirt as unexpected emotions followed Nathan's second orgasm. He didn't understand his urge to hold Warren close, to whisper sweet words into his ear as they fell asleep. He wanted Warren to actually stay with him in his bed for the night, something he'd only tolerated -never actually wanting it- a few times before. He gingerly placed a hand on Warren's face, guiding his lips back to his. With his other hand, he tried to pull Warren as close as he physically could be and for a moment he was angry at himself for keeping his damn shirt on. He craved skin-on-skin contact and he didn't know why.
Warren finished soon after, emitting a guttural groan into Nathan's mouth as he did so. He no longer felt foolish spending those weeks randomly wanting to go down the hall to have his way with Nathan since he'd discovered that sex with Nathan Prescott was fantastic. It was something that he hoped would happen again, maybe eventually turn into something more. He stopped himself from allowing that train of thought to continue. Like Nathan would want him for anything more than a fuckbuddy.
Still, a boy could hope.
Warren silently rolled off Nathan, carefully removing the condom and tying it off to avoid spills. His chest heaved as his heart rate began to calm down and there was a sheen of sweat across most of his body. As cold air hit his belly he was suddenly very aware of the fact that Nathan's jizz had been smeared all over it. He pretended it didn't bother him and it probably would have had it not been so cold in the dorm.
He looked to his side, taking in the novel site of post-coitus Nathan Prescott. It was strange to see his typically perfectly groomed hair disheveled. His face and neck had a lovely pink tint to them. His lips were light red and moist. The thought entered Warren's mind that Nathan looked gorgeous but he pushed the thought away, not wanting to dwell on such things.
Warren grabbed a few tissues from a box near the bed to clean off his tummy before throwing that and the used condom in the trash. He then laid back down by Nathan, on his side, kissing the other's neck and cheek. He put an arm around the other, making sure to avoid the cum on Nathan's shirt as he did so, and pulled him closer.
"That was amazing," Warren whispered, smiling.
Nathan's cheeks darkened as the realization of the ramifications of his actions threatened to seep into his mind. He didn't want that to happen. He wanted to enjoy the afterglow, enjoy the company of someone that could have been perfect for him had one of them been born female. He bit his lip, chewing nervously as the bad thoughts kept coming. He couldn't even live in denial long enough to enjoy some after-sex cuddling.
"What's wrong?" Of course Warren noticed something was amiss and of course he cared enough to ask. Because Warren was perfect, too fucking perfect, and it made everything so much harder. "Did I do something wrong?"
Nathan pulled away, getting off the bed and heading to his small closet as he grumbled that everything was fine. He hoped Warren would accept the obvious lie. He grabbed a button-up flannel pajama top and matching bottoms. He stared at them a little too long as he tried to figure out how to change without Warren seeing anything. Soon Warren was up and standing beside him. He just couldn't let it be easy.
"You know you can talk to me, right? I really care about you and not just because we had sex." Of course Warren did. Because he was amazing. And perfect. And why did he have to be born with a fucking penis?
"Whatthefuckever…" Nathan grabbed one of his looser sets of pajamas and handed them to Warren. "Just change into these and go to bed."
Warren looked at the clothing and contemplated standing his ground, not sure if he should drop the subject or press the issue. He could always bring it back up in the morning. The chances of them having a decent conversation so late in the night would be small, anyways. He sighed and put the clothes on before sliding under the covers in Nathan's bed.
Nathan made sure his back was to Warren, changing his dirty shirt as quickly as possible and then slid the matching bottoms on. He wished he could have been happy that Warren dropped the subject but his worries were already back and had worsened. He felt sick for wanting Warren in his bed. He hated that his views of Warren were changing and that he was seeing him less and less as some nerd who just happened to be really cute and more like an actual person who was really sweet and considerate and a very giving lover that was only certain to get better in time.
He turned off the light and laid beside Warren under the covers. He almost protested as the other laid an arm around him and pulled the two close once again. Warren chastely kissed his cheek and whispered, "Good night" before falling into a deep sleep almost instantly. Nathan soon followed, the sound of Warren's soft breaths in his ear lulling him to sleep.