The showers of Sky High were fulfilling their duties, washing the sweat off the bodies of young supers. One such shower head had the privilege of bathing William Stronghold. Water ran down the deceptively soft body and crashed to the ground as he raked his fingers through his hair and sighed, wondering idly if he actually liked this new shampoo he'd been trying out. Recently, he had become much more conscious of his appearance, and as such had decided to take a more vested interest in the shampoos and conditioners his mom bought. He had also been spending more time than usual fixing his hair, even preening when he saw his reflection in a window, and he'd wanted to make sure to always smelled pleasant. This grooming felt somehow natural and it was only when he caught himself making these gestures that he had a slight moment of shock, followed by internally reprimanded himself. Stop acting like a girl! Gwen and Layla are the ones that primp like this! Teenage boys certainly don't! ...Do they?
He wasn't altogether sure that this was normal for someone his age. He'd been told that a lot of things would be changing now that he was well on his way into puberty. And sure, he'd seen the older guys in the locker room with various hair gels and body sprays after gym class. But was this level of attention to one's hair and the way clothes fit him really necessary? Will felt he might be over-analysing it -but maybe he wasn't worried enough either! What was normal?! It seemed nothing of late was, and it often made the young Stronghold feel more than self-conscious. And the recent drama-filled events of his high school career really hadn't helped with his aggravation and discomfort.
Ever since the occurrence of Save the Citizen, Will had had a lot on his mind; there was the horribly awkward study date with Gwen, the near constant leering from almost any of the boys he met in the hall (and some of the girls too!), and then there was the constant ghost feeling of being pinned to the gym floor under all of that menacing heat as the icing on top of his anxiety cake. When he wasn't fretting about his appearance or wondering if someone was going to shove him violently into a locker, memories of that day veritably consumed his mind.
After the small arena had been cleared, Lash taken to the infirmary, and Dash set free from his melted metal cage, Coach Boomer hadn't been able to calm down the crowd. Each game that had followed after had merely turned into a bloodbath as the crowd had seemed extremely riled up after watching Warren take down the two champions. Will shuttered a new under the spray of the shower as he remembered the feeling and roaring of the crowd while Coach had dragged Warren off of him. It'd reminded him of what he thought the ancient gladiator tournaments in Rome must have been like.
Rippling muscles, burning sunlight, the feeling of anticipation as the Warrior brought his opponent to a bloody end. Will felt another jolt up his spine at the thought of Warren fighting as viciously as he had that day; there had been no mercy...and it'd been so hard to separate his feelings of terror and...and of whatever had been buzzing in the crowd. It still made his head spin to think of it.
The school now seemed to be humming with that same muted roar and there was just… something palpable in the air. Will could not for the life of him think of what it might be -only that he was certainly not immune to it. No one seemed to be. There was an energy running rampant in the student body that just didn't seem to be normal. After all, even if it was a high school for superpowered teens, whatever was going on seemed out of place even for this relatively extraordinary environment. Then again, he was a freshman, so what did he know about what was 'normal' in a place like this, let alone in a high school?
It had just been a really weird day, with Warren pinning him like that. Will simply had no idea how to process it all. If he were being truly honest with himself, in that moment, he'd felt like he was being scorched just by being so close to the other male. The baby brawn had been engulfed by the bigger male's presence, enveloped in his scent, and his head had been basically wiped clean of any rational thought at that point. All that he could really remember was that burning weight on him, the look in Warren's eyes, and his smoldering scent, something indescribable but that was unquestionably burned into Will's brain. Will vaguely wondered what body wash Warren used. I wouldn't mind smelling like him...he smells so mature, and powerful and…!
Abruptly shaking the thoughts from his head, he continued his scrub down with an embarrassed sort of vigor. The array of emotions young Stronghold was feeling felt like they were in the heavy spin cycle of a washer. The fear and anxiety and confusion seemed to bleed into and tumble with what he slowly was starting to recognize as something akin to passion inside the laundry room of the brawn's mind. Each day that passed now, Will felt less and less in control of his thoughts and where they wandered. He seemed to always be remembering the little instances like that where he and Warren had been close, and though it often startled and embarrassed him, it'd been happening more and more frequently.
He realized his mind had been wandering yet again, and so tried to focus his thoughts on the here and now. He found that he could still feel his heart beating rather fast from the physical activity, even after having done the cool down exercises. Lately he'd noticed that it seems like his chest was always heaving, his breathing a little harsher, and it was as though he continuously felt hot. Thinking it must have something to do with not being fit enough for the admittedly arduous gym regiment the Superhero class was subjected to, he wondered if maybe he hadn't gotten enough exercise during the summer. He'd still (tried) to lift weights everyday despite his lack of powers! In any case, it often seemed worse when he was in PE or the crowded hallways of the schools. With all the bodies moving through such a narrow space, he supposed it was only natural for there to be some heat. Ethan had recently mentioned something about the school being up in the air and closer to the sun, making it on average much hotter…the same way it was easier to get sunburnt on the top of a mountain where there was less atmosphere between the solar radiation and one's skin.
Sunlight, fire, the haze of summer...mmh, heat. An absent sort of smile stole across Will's face as the phantom feeling of flames seem to envelop him. This was not the sort of heat that came from sitting around a campfire with good friends. No, it was the uncontrollable, untamable kind that builds up underground before lava spews from a volcano. Warren was the epitome of that kind of heat; explosive, all-consuming, inescapable. A monstrous power. Whenever he looked at the pyro in passing, in class, out in the school's courtyards, Will's body seemed to constantly be on fire. It wasn't something he'd really noticed too much until now. Despite the cold water pounding down on his heated skin, Will felt that his body just wouldn't calm down. His hands had slid down his lean abdomen, and were now idly stroking the insides of his prominent hips, little smooth motions of his finger tips gliding across his wet skin. A small gasp of surprise escaped the boy's lips when he came back to reality and found that his fingers were wrapped around his fully hardened shaft, gently pumping. His palm was warm, but his shaft was an absolutely searing heat in his hand, and he felt his toes curl as he slumped over himself in the shower stall. His cheeks burned tomato red as he remembered where he was (in the locker rooms for Pete's sake!) and struggled to get his hand off of himself so that he could return to showering. After a few agonizing minutes of carefully avoiding his pelvis and hoping that no one would wonder what was taking him so long, the offending organ had still not softened. Well… he thought to himself, staring ruefully down at the slender pink length curved against his stomach, I-I guess I can just wait here…? I still have time I think!
"Boys! Hurry it up, bell's about to ring!" shouted Coach Boomer into the locker room, making the Stronghold jump up and whimper in aggravation. Nonono….
Biting the bullet, Will took a deep breath and reached for his towel, trying desperately to hide his hard-on beneath it as he tied it held it around his hips and shuffled to his locker, wanting to get some clothes on as quickly as possible. He hurriedly spun his combination into the lock, and pulled down on the lock. The metal came off completely in his hand. Sighing, he opened the door to his clothes then spilling out. Startled, he stepped on a shirt that twisted around his foot and caused him to lose his balance and slide forward. Flinging his arm out to catch himself, the brawn's towel dropped and his hardened manhood popped up, considerably more proud and outgoing that its owner, who wanted to crawl into a hole and die as he felt with a rush of horror the cool air of the room between his legs. Of course, this feeling only increased as the bang of boy on metal drew attention to him, with what felt like hundreds of pairs of eyes suddenly trained on him. Then came the cat calls and hooting. Barely even able thinking past his mortification, he bent down to gather his things and throw his clothes on as quickly as possible, oblivious to the fact that the cat calls weren't exactly what one would expect from one group of boys to another...or that nearly all of those eyes had fixed firmly on his ass when he'd bent to retrieve his things.
Is… Is this what being a super is like? The nurse said things would change when I got this power but I didn't expect this! He scrambled from the room trying to ignore the few pairs of hands that tugged at his clothes as he went, and resolutely ignoring the burning feeling that those hands caused to race up his spine. He could not believe that had just happened! What a horrible, terribly, unfair way to start the week!
It's going to be a long day.
-Subliminal Heat-
Wednesday nights for the young Mr. Peace were usually pretty quiet, consisting mostly of being at work. It was another dull and repetitive evening; he listened absently to the chef yell at her line cooks and the clang of pots and pans which drowned out the steady roar of customers conversing in the main dining room.
Regardless of all of that, the young pyro flipped the rice in the wok with practiced ease. The steady motion and roar of noise strangely relaxed him, causing his mind to wander to the new motorcycle he was saving up for. Sure, he already had a 1968 Ford Thunderbird he'd managed to fully restored from its decrepit state, as well as a beautiful Road King he loved dearly. But Warren is, of course, insatiable.
He imagined tearing down the highway in the dead of night on some over-night road trip, a pair of thin arms wrapped securely around his waist and heat pressed tantalizingly against his back. He and his companion would ride for hours, days even. Maybe see the country. And of course they'd drink and fuck the nights away endlessly, nothing to worry about but themselves and the next destination.
A smirk tugged at his lips lightly at the thought, a small voice in his head seemed to want to focus on that last bit. You know, you need a beautiful boy on the back of that bike… Vague images flashed through his mind of the many faceless boys and men he'd messed around with, his mind inadvertently settling on the image of a small brunette from behind. Pale back arched, swan neck curved and soft chocolate tresses fell over his shoulders, and Warren bit back a growl as he thought about that perfect boy. He'd look good on the bike, fill the position behind him perfectly.
What's-his-face the other night was pretty close to his ideal, he mused. Warren often alternated in his desires for a potential mate, his tastes fluctuating between a wanton whore and a wide-eyed innocent that he had to teach in the art of fucking-and boy did he make it an art (if he does say so himself.) The former was often much easier to find when he needed a little quick companionship, so he'd not had an opportunity to really mess around much with many "innocent" type, and he was starting to think that a change like that might be exactly what he needs.
Warren decided that it was as good a time as any to start planning his next conquest, and the freshmen from this year were ripe for the picking. Warren wasn't necessarily a predator, he was only seventeen after all, he just sometimes honesty appreciated that vulnerability in the boy's his age just discovering themselves: flushed cheeks, heaving chest, trembling thighs, and blue ey-
The dangerous voice came back to his head as a vibrant shade of baby blue flashed across his mind. The new freshmen are fine this year, especially that young Stronghold...
Warren entertained the thought, caring less and less about the fact that Stronghold's dad has put his dad in prison. No matter what he tried his mind kept coming back to those lips, dropped in a soft "o" even as he'd been pinned to the gym floor by Warren, chaos raging around them. He'd been looking at Warren like he was a god, and yes his thighs had been shaking, the pyro had clearly felt them as they bracketed his hips. It made heat sear through his insides as he remembered it.
The younger boy was perfect. There was almost no way he wasn't a virgin, and probably still thought he was straight. Warren has a spectacular sense for picking out gay boys, often before they knew themselves, and his gaydar was never wrong. He smiled despite himself again, it gave him a perverse sense of satisfaction to be the one to show them the pleasure of two boys pressed together, and what comes after that.
He'd look damn good on my bike. He'd also look damn good on his back, on his knees, on the hood of my car...on my cock. Smirking, Warren's mind conjured up the image of the smaller super beneath him, already flushed and panting, desperately trying to preserve some modesty by covering his arousal. The pyro would rip his hands away and pin them up so that he could see that beautiful body, he'd latched onto his neck, sucking the delicate junction of his shoulder and throat in the hopes to elicit small mews of pleasure from the timid boy. He'd heard the baby brawn make similar noises during that stupid save-the-citizen game. Little breathy gasps, and small grunts -probably from pain in that circumstance but whatever.
Wait… Warren snapped out of his lusty daydreams. Stronghold?! This guy is the spawn of that pompous asshole and his show-off wife. The dream team, all American, superhero family. They wore coordination outfits for Christ's sake. Warren's eyes narrowed as a flash of rage shot through him, thinking of his old man rotting in that cell. He'd certainly done the crime, so he would serve the time, but Warren couldn't stop that small childish part of himself that wished he and his mom hadn't had to go through his childhood alone. No, he growled internally, I'm going to pound his face in for simply existing. With his-
-soft lips wrapped around his fingers, those heart-breaking blue eyes pleading with him, small pinprick tears of pleasure streaking a sweet face. Delirious, aching, soft heat wrapped around his-
Warren stood stock-still as the fantasy washed over him. He couldn't deny how appealing that image was.
...maybe after, I can pound something else of mine into his face.
Warren had been distractedly tossing the stir fry, but hadn't been paying attention as sparks started to leap off his fingers and into the wok, the fire of arousal in his loins translating easily to the physical fire he could conjure at will.
He watched with suddenly alert eyes as the wok in front of him burst into flames, the fire quickly engulfing the food and rising to stroke his face. Smoke and flames seemed to suddenly engulf the air around him despite himself consciously pulling the flames back. The head chef yelled at him to put it out while the line cooks never even looked up from what they were doing.
Cursing like a motherfucker, Warren quickly took the pan to the sink to drop it in the water and put the flaming food out. However, luck seemed to be against him, but beneficial to the management as the effective sprinkler system sprang to life and doused everything in the kitchen with water.
"Warren! This is coming out of your paycheck!" Screeched his boss as she stomped out of her office. Though she didn't see the start of the fire, it wasn't particularly difficult to find the young Peace in the middle of trouble. This shift seemed to find Warren with a lot on his mind, and had he the desire and the clarity to think further on the matter, he might try to discover why the little Stronghold has been the star of more and more of his mental home movies, and why the idea of him being related to that red, white, and blue idiot seemed less and less of an issue.
Groaning, the pyro slicked his soaked hair back as the burnt wok and its contents rested on the edge of the sink.
It's going to be a long night.
-Subliminal Heat-
The lunch bell rung and Will Stronghold couldn't be happier. The lecture on superheroes during World War II just would not end! His father would be so disappointed if he knew his lack of interested on the subject with all the hours he spent telling Will about how his grandfather won a medal for fighting the Nazis for his country.
He made his way through the cafeteria with his tray piled high until he spotted his friends, seated at their usual table near the windows. He sat down with a greeting to them all, and started to tuck in- unfathomably hungry all the time. He knew this was healthy; they specifically talked about it in health class, his body needed food to grow. He hoped he's at least get a little taller. Will took a moment to look around at his friends, and noticed that Magenta was staring quite intently at something off to the left of where he was sitting. He turned to followed her gaze when speaking to her didn't get a response, and saw a guy he recognized as a junior a few tables away. He appeared to be quite the normal high school student, except for the large antlers protruding from his long, brown hair. Looking back to the guinea pig shifter, Will noticed a sour look of something akin to disapproval on her face. Well, more than her usual sour air of disdain for all things mainstream and fake.
"What's up, Maj?" he chirped curiously, she glanced at him at the sound of his voice, but then she went right back to glaring over his shoulder.
"That Silvanus guy," she started, "his antlers are out." Will turned around again in confusion, not sure what the problem was. He looked back to her for an explanation but when the girl didn't seem inclined to explain further, the brawn instead turned to his right to Ethan for an explanation.
The melting teen adjusted his glasses, and seemed to blush a little.
"Well, for animal shifters showing parts of your shifted form, aside from hero work, is kinda like, well...walking around naked? Of course, sometimes it can happen when the shifter experiences extreme emotions or stress, like excitement or… well, you know...when they go into heat." He mumbled the last part with a bright blush and Will felt his own cheeks turn pink. "It's viewed as inappropriate," he went on after clearing his throat
"More like tasteless," quipped the purplette, her dark eyes narrowing with a curl of her plum lips. Ethan chuckled a little at her expression.
"Since when have you not revelled in the tasteless, Magenta?" Ethan's eyebrows waggled at her. She leveled a blank look at him and Will watched on in quiet amusement.
"Are you guys serious?" she asked in a dead-pan. When they both looked confused at her she rolled her eyes. "Haven't you noticed the ever present stench of toxic testosterone lately? All the guys might as well be grunting like cavemen, Will you were up close and personal to it during that stupid save-the-citizen game, Peace looked like he was gonna rip your throat out."
Will felt his eyes widen at the reminder and suddenly his face was scarlet -he could even feel his ears blushing. She gave another derisive eye-rollbefore continuing: "But, Deer Man over there," she pointed with a black-tipped nail, "or whatever his name is, is not even trying to hide the fact that he's super horny," a small smirk stretched across the girl's face at Ethan and Will's matching blushed and shocked expressions. She seemed to take quiet joy in their uncomfortable squirming as they tried not to think to closely about what she'd just said.
"Oh come on! He's a nature spirit! Silvanus is supposed to be free and wild," Layla interjected suddenly, a slight flush dusting her cheeks. She'd been reading a book on ancient botany practices in Asia, and had clearly been discreetly listening in, her own red face evidence enough.
"Oh really," questioned Ethan, "and since when do you know so much about Stagboy?" He fixed her with a shrewd look and she seemed to fluster more at realizing she'd just said that out loud.
"Well, he's president of the Ecological Conservation Club for one!" She defended, "We've talked a few times. He's a vegan and his family lives part of the year in the wilderness!" the young hippie seemed to be getting more bubbly as she talked about him.
Magenta watched her and merely quirked an eyebrow as a smirk formed on her lips. "Are you two going to go skipping in the fields, feeding bunny rabbits and squirrels together? That would be such a romantic first date," She mocked in a falsely sweet voice.
"Hey Maj, chill out!" Zack suddenly cut in. They all looked at him with slightly wide eyes, Magenta's narrowing at him. He too had been quietly sitting off to the side, but Will hadn't seen what he'd been doing. "So what if Layla likes him?" He continued, eyes not meeting any of his friends'. "As her pals, we shouldn't shame her! That would be whack," he finished, and to Will he seemed to be somehow...mad? It was as if the conversation irked him but the young Stronghold couldn't think why.
Lately he just hadn't been himself, the outburst and this example of his odd behavior. Will was mildly concerned for his friend as he watched Zach continue to brood, staring at nothing in particular. He noticed that Magenta hadn't stopped looking at the Human Lite Brite either. Most people wouldn't notice a subtle change like this, but Magenta wasn't most people.
Magenta carefully observed despite the cynical, nihilistic cover. She'd been watching them all a bit closer these past few weeks, the aura in the school more than making her primal senses uncomfortable, and attesting even more to why Stagboy's nonchalance about it annoyed her. She'd watched Zach in particular become more aggressive and more assertive over the past two weeks, even once successfully shoving Lash and Speed off of himself and pulling Ethan out of the locker they had tried to shove him in. It was very unusual behavior for the usually friendly, easy-going guy, and if she was honest with herself, it had been kinda hot.
The shifter smirked. She liked this new Zach, despite his brooding. He had balls.
-Subliminal Heat-
It was Friday when our favorite pyro learned two very important lessons. First: Staring at asses will always get you in trouble, and not always in the ways one would expect. Second: Life isn't fair.
Because discipline never really worked when regarding Warren Peace, his participation in Physical Education was especially lacking. This was mainly due to Boomer's displeasure at Warren's slight modifications to the uniforms (shirts in general weren't really his thing, especially sleeves) as well as his general disdain for 'invalid' authority figures and personal choice to never obey them.
And for that exact reason, Warren could be found sitting behind the bleachers and out of sight of the coach. Many glared at him spitefully as they passed him on the track, forced to run seemingly endless miles in the name of high school physical education, but the young man simply couldn't give a shit. He'd been working double shifts since the fire incident at work, and he hadn't had the chance to catch up on the latest addition of Bikers Monthly, so he figured he'd use this ridiculous class as a little break time. However, he found it was pretty hard to concentrate on his reading. Namely that there was something very distracting running around in circles in front of his face.
That something ignited his inner fire and made him unconsciously clench his jaw, the words blending together on the pages and not making sense. That something was what caused him to be sitting out currently: the school uniforms. More specifically, the way the material of the uniform shorts clung to a certain Stronghold's rear.
Of course, Warren hadn't noticed at first who the owner of such a magnificent ass was when he spotted it. He'd been far too focused on burning the amazing sight into his memory for later use. You see, in Warren's opinion it couldn't quite be dubbed a "bubble"-butt or whatever the stupid term was, but it featured a slight amount of muscle with the perfect ratio of soft padding that would make it simply ideal for groping and lifting to hold against a body. A small, but nice handful in other words. He felt a low heat pool in his stomach and flipped his hair out of his eyes in irritation.
Idly, Warren had noted that the small frame of the owner could fit easily against his own much larger frame. In fact, it'd be a little heady to be able to handle that small body, with the complete freedom to position it how he wanted. He stared at it for a moment more before thinking to himself, maybe I've found a new friend. One that can scratch that fucking itch that won't leave me alone.
It was only when the pyro was finally able to drag his eyes off that wondrous ass that he learned the first lesson. A warmth travelled the length of his spine before a chill set deep in his bones as he studied the wavy brown hair and bright blue eyes and recognition struck him like lightning. Fuck. Of course, that perfect ass had to belong to that one person. And there he fucking goes again, running by Warren with his eyes trained forward as if he was completely unaware of his surroundings and those shorts sitting nice and high on his hips. A little rabbit caught unaware in an open field. Too easy to take advantage of. If he kept looking like that Warren would be forced as a man to do something about it.
Angered and confused, he slammed his body back against the cool metal of the bleachers and hungrily grappled for his pack. He slid a cigarette out of the box with practiced ease and he hurriedly lit it before taking the longest drag of his young life. His mind was roaring and raging as one thought perpetuated continuously: Shit. Okay, okay. he thought to himself. You didn't see who it was, you were just staring at an ass. A nice ass, but just another one running. He didn't exactly have to make Stronghold his target. There was plenty of other less morally ambiguous prey at this school after all. However, one voice interrupted his justifications: So why can't you stop looking ?
Warren's mental panic was cut short when he noticed a snickering pair of idiots in the form of Lash and Speed just now waltzing around the bend of the track. He raised his eyebrow as the young pyro could only begin to muse what those two idiots thought was so funny. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he wouldn't have to wait terribly long to figure out what they had planned as Lash then began to super-stretched his arm, weaving around those jogging in front of him to grab the pert ass that he recently had come to recognize as that of the young Stronghold's. Apparently he hadn't been the only one to notice it.
Almost comically, the brawn whipped his head back a millisecond after the stretcher had retracted his arm. Of course, in this sudden reaction, the brunette stumbled as he accidentally smashed into his hippie friend that was dutifully trotting in front of him. He glanced around suspiciously before landing his gaze upon the six-armed boy that had been moderately close by. What is his problem with me?! First in class, now here! He's almost as bad as Warren! thought the young Stronghold. Squaring his shoulders, he ran to catch up with the other super. Maybe I'll finally get this settled.
Warren could only groan as he watched this comedy of errors present itself in front of him. No... he isn't going to try talking to a guy he wrongly thinks just slapped his ass.
However, that is exactly what our brawn did, trying to withhold his expression of (adorable) anger and confusion as he matched up with the multi-armed boy.
Rolling his eyes, Warren tried to ignore the sure embarrassment that was to ensue and instead focused on the two giggling supers that had caused this whole mess. He could never explain his motivation for his next actions, but if he had to give a reason, Warren supposes it was simply... the heat of the moment. A visceral of events set in motion by the all consuming, but completely spontaneous need to assert...well, something? Yeah, it was the heat of the moment that caused him to launch a ball of flames directly at Lash. And maybe some resentment lingering from that awful day of Save the Citizen. And maybe there was a little bit of possessive rage at that hand having touched the ass he was in the middle of ogling.
The stretcher yelped and jumped as the flames caught the tail of his shirt on fire. Speed started with wide eyes and let out an exclamation in panic at seeing the flames. He then immediately shoved his friend to the ground and began kicking him in an attempt at getting him to roll on the ground in an effort to suffocate the fire.
Right at this moment, the young Stronghold explained the situation before accusing the six-armed boy next to him, who simply fixed him with an amused but vaguely annoyed expression before realization seemed to suddenly strike him as he recognized who he was talking to (having just looked down at said ass when the kid had mentioned someone harassing him with it, and accused him of doing so.) He'd seen him a few times in the hall and just a few days ago that gorgeous ass had been unceremoniously on display for the whole super-hero class locker room. He'd definitely been one of the cat-callers. He smirked as his eyes dragged back up the young body to that pouting face, a glint in his eyes.
"Stop, drop, and roll! Stop, drop, and roll!" cried Speed, ineffectively trying to aid his fallen friend, who had managed to get most of the flames to go out but was still very much in hysterics.
"Well, well, Will Stronghold was it?" a confused nod at his cool tone, adorable. "That wasn't me sweetheart, but it could be if you want it to be. The name's Dylan, just so you know what to scream later," he smirked as the confusion on the brawn's face morphed into embarrassed bashfulness, a wolfish grin spreading onto his own face as he watched the young super try to figure out how to respond to that.
"I-I'm sorry, w-what?" the little brawn stuttered finally, bravely meeting his eyes though Dylan could tell the younger boy was now pretty nervous.
"You fucking idiot!" cried Lash as he wallowed on the ground. "Run! Put it out! Jesus Christ" he continued to try to pat down his clothes, to little avail.
"Oh! Oh, right!" stumbled Speed before he got to sprinting in circles around his friend. Once the oxygen was sucked from the vortex and the fire diminished, Lash shoved himself from the ground. Frazzled, he looked around at the source of his ire, somehow knowing exactly who to blame. Eventually he spotted the smug looking Peace, smirking around his cigarette.
"You fucking flaming piece of-" And with that, the shrieking bell announced the end of the period, cutting off the stretcher, who settled for merely glaring at Warren, anger seething in his eyes.
"See you around, strong boy." With a wink, the super left Will standing there with a gaping mouth and a truly confused and blushed up face. Had that guy just tried to hit on him? Did he like him? Will felt his heart racing at the prospect, and he couldn't deny the way a burning heat settled low in his stomach. He felt tingly and antsy, and very hot and very confused.
Observing this, Warren raised an eyebrow. He was more than a little pissed at the expression Will was shooting after that guy, (and since when had he bothered to remember the kids name?). That other freshmen's advance was completely a surprise to him, as well. What the hell, he thought and glared after his retreating back. Is every fucking boy at this school a goddamn fairy now?
His gaze snapped back to Will as he sensed movement in his peripheral vision. He zeroed in as he got up from his place under the bleachers, right on those thin shoulders. His gaze inadvertently slid down his back to the way his hips gently flared, creating the illusion of more curve than there really was. On most guys it would look ridiculous, but the boy was filled out in other places by lean muscle and healthy fat which made for an overall very appealing body.
He's fit as hell, he thought vaguely, his eyes finally resting on that amazing ass as he followed him back off the field toward the gyms and locker rooms. The'd both paused long enough that most of the other kids had already cleared out of the track area.
But Will must have sensed that intense gaze on him, because before they were even off the field, he suddenly whipped around, as though paranoid. He apparently hadn't expected there to actually be someone there, so when he saw Warren almost right behind him he let out a startled gasp. Warren thought that sound should be illegal. But he didn't stop walking, and let the boy scramble back into the wall next to the entrance to the field as he closed in.
Those big eyes stared up at his and the boy was practically sprawled against the wall to keep as much distance as possible between their chests. Warren noticed Will's was heaving slightly, whether it was from exercising, the heat of the sun, or something else, he didn't quite care.
They stared at each other like this for a moment and Warren briefly considered starting an impromptu conquest right then and there, consequences be damned. It would be too easy to side between those legs and hoist him up by the ass, press all the way into him with his hand fisted in the boy's hair so that the brawn couldn't hide his face in embarrassment. He wanted to see those eyes when he got it in, and see those lips fall open for him, he wanted those eyes to be so blissed out they couldn't see straight.
But no, it wasn't time. He would wait. He gave the terrified freshmen a smirk, something to think about, and turned on his heel to leave. He didn't look back, or see the way Will's eyes were glued to him until he was out of sight.
-Subliminal Heat-
It was finally the weekend and Will couldn't be anymore grateful for that fact. He'd spent Friday night trying to get some of his homework done, but even with Gwen's help it was utterly hopeless! And Layla and his friends couldn't really help him, considering they weren't in the same class. So after a night of stressing out about it, and then the stress making him remember the weirdness of his last P.E. class, he was ready to just go to bed.
But unfortunately for him, it seemed he wouldn't even be able to catch a break in his dreams. All night he'd been woken up after various dreams which featured very prominently the dark haired, aggressive senior who he'd not been able to keep out of his thoughts of late. As a result, he found himself waking up at seven in the morning on Saturday with an achingly hard erection between his thighs that simply refused to go away, no matter how much he whimpered and wished that it would. It was so embarrassing!
He knew this sort of thing was supposed to happen to boy's his age. They'd made that perfectly clear in those awkward sex-ed videos they'd been forced to watch in middle-school. But the videos didn't say anything when the reason for your morning wood was the dangerous school delinquent who seemed hell bent on pounding your face in. Will tried to smother his face in his pillow as another wave of heat throbbed unbidden between his legs at the thought of him. Okay… think of… anything. Medulla in a thong. Ew. Okay, good. But… Warren in a thong wouldn't be bad. He's so fit, he might look like Mr. Universe. Well, maybe not that buff. But strong… Strong enough to push my to the floor in Save the Citizen. He looked so good with a sheen of sweat and that look in his eyes. Oh no! I'm even harder now!
His thoughts now aren't that different from the last dream he'd had before waking. They had featured himself and Warren alone in what Will assumed was probably the school locker room. There'd been no one around, Warren had been shirtless, and had been resolutely pinning him to the lockers just as it seemed he was about to yesterday on the field. At first, Will thought his heart was racing because he was afraid, but then heat had bloomed between them in a way that had made the boy cry out in his dream when Warren's face suddenly buried in his neck. He'd bitten harshly and Will had felt the undeniable urge to throw his head back as far as he could to let the Senior do ashe pleased. The Warren in his dreams had been unrelenting and fierce, taking Will's breath away even as he continued to moan with the feeling of a tongue running lewdly up his throat, only to stop just below his jaw where the dark haired teen had continued to suck almost violently into that sensitive spot.
Will shuddered at the memory of the dream and clenched his knees together under the comforter, resisting a pleased hum as he unwittingly put pressure on his aching shaft. His head was still hazy from sleep, and despite the embarrassment he felt, he was also alone in the dimness of his room. So without really thinking about it, he did it again, flexing his hips lightly at the delicious little twinge of pleasure it gave him. He'd touched himself before this, of course. But the guilt still hadn't quite left him about it. He knew it was healthy to explore himself, and that there was nothing wrong with relieving a little stress, but he'd only been at it a few years now, and it still somehow felt like a dirty little secret.
Despite himself, his hand slowly began to inch down under the sheets, dragging along his stomach in a delightfully gentle way until he reached the edge of his sleep shorts where he hesitated. His face burning, he instead opted to lightly trace his fingertips over himself through the thin material, and with a delighted gasp realized that felt almost too good. He quickly withdrew his hand, feeling the embarrassment anew and wondering despite himself if Warren ever did this.
The image of those large hands confidently dipping into the waistband of a pair of boxers suddenly flashed through his mind, and he gasped shakily as he sat up and threw the covers off, refusing to entertain that thought further. He looked around his room trying to ignore the burning ache that settled below his waist anyway and tried to think of a way to get away from these feelings. He looked at his bathrobe hanging on the back of the door and remembered that cold showers were supposed to help this kind of thing. Or so he'd heard.
With a newfound determination to not further embarrassed himself, he got up and marched to the bathroom, thinking that he'd let the cold water take care of his problem. But well...maybe not a cold shower. He shivered as he took his clothes off, ignoring his flushed pink member and reaching for the nobs on the shower. It's already really cold outside! And I'm still kind of warm from bed...maybe just a normal shower then. He set the temperature to slightly warmer than he usually would and got in, intent on forgetting his restless night.
But the moment the hot water hit his already heated skin, he was back in that hazy state, and this time he let the pleased little hum slipped past his lips as he felt the heat of the steam envelope him. He began lazily washing his hair with the newest shampoo he was trying, and before he realized it, his hands had already moved down his body again, slippery with soap and dangerously close to his throbbing shaft.
Was it really such a bad thing to jerk off in here? No one would know, it would wash away with everything else, after all...Will bit soft lips as he debated with himself, gazing down at his sex and his hands which were so close to it already, resting innocuously on his own hips. Furtively glancing around as though someone might indeed somehow see past the glass shower-door, he slowly wrapped a hand around his manhood and let out a stuttering breath at the jolt it sent up his spine. Another experimental tug and he was groaning again, his eyes drooping closed at the heavenly feeling of his hand slick with soap encasing his burning flesh. He tried to keep his mind blank as he timidly pumped himself, feeling the ridges and the heat and trying to let the sensation be enough to carry him away.
But before too long he was panting and curled over himself, his back to the wall and his hand moving more rapidly over his hardness. Dark eyes gazed at him with burning intensity in his mind, and before he could help it, he was desperately remembering the smell of Warren as he'd been pinned to the hardwood floor in the gym. Or what he'd smelled like on the field when he'd stood so close. He moaned as he pressed the heel of his palm flat against the base of his shaft, trying to simulate the feeling of Warren pressing over him -of what he thought Warren might feel like pressed between his legs. He shuddered, suddenly unable to keep himself upright at the intense wave of heat that brought over him.
He sunk to the shower floor, his hand gliding sweetly up and down his swollen prick, and helpless little whimpers falling from his lips. He spread his legs wider, trying to get some sort of leverage to do...well something. It wasn't quite enough, even with the memory of Warren's voice in his ears, or the smell of him engulfing the boy in his mind's eye. His other hand, which had been running absently over the inside of his own thigh was starting to make its way closer to the base of his member. He let his fingers lightly trail over the soft skin of his balls and delighted in the sensitive feeling there. He felt his manhood throbbed in his pumping hand as he lightly pressed against them, rolling the soft skin gingerly between his inexperienced fingers. He'd never quite touched himself elsewhere on his body other than his prick, but he was quickly realizing he liked this feeling.
His hips flexed and he moaned quietly as he imagined big, olive hands, and maybe what they might feel like on him. When they'd held his wrists above his head, it'd been with so much strength that Will had forgotten he could have easily over-powered the owner of the sensual digits. Who? Warren….They'd also been so incredibly, mind-numbingly hot on his skin, and he wondered what that heat would feel like on his shaft...or maybe even-
He gasped as his fingers trailed lower, brushing over his entrance in a feather light touch which had his toes curling and his member thrummed with blood in his tight grip. He was close, he could feel it, and emboldened by his own passion, he felt no shame in pressing a little harder over the tiny twitching hole. He bit his lips and tried to keep from moaning too loudly as his hand pumped himself even harder, pre-come mixing with the slippery soap and making his grip glide so perfectly over the hot flesh that he felt like he might cry with how wonderful it was. He imagined Warren with him, holding him down, keeping his legs spread, his searing hot hands running all over his wet body, telling him how cute he looked with an expression of pure sin.
With a gasping shudder he pressed his finger more firmly to his entrance, his toes curling and his hips spasming as it popped inside, burning with the water but making his heart leap violently into his throat at the way it stretched him. He didn't think it would feel like this, he never even dreamed it would. He wanted to push further in, desperate to feel more of the burning ache, and loving the way it made his prick twitch like mad in his hand, but the burning was a little too uncomfortable. With his chest heaving out frantic little puffs of air, he eyed the soap he'd left on the shower floor after he'd started washing himself, and decided it might be good enough.
It was difficult to remove his hand for even a second and he moaned helplessly as he continued to throb and gush little beads of pre-come as he thought about what he was about to do. With a shaking hand, he grabbed the liquid soap and let it drizzle over his fingers, then he leaned back against the wall and spread his legs again, vaguely embarrassed at what a lewd picture this might make. Suddenly his thoughts were full of Warren again, and what he might think if he saw Will doing this. Logically he knew that the Senior would probably be grossed out, but in his lust hazed mind, Warren would love it.
In his fantasy, Warren would be the one touching him like this. He moaned helplessly again as his fingers again found his entrance, and now slicked with soap, his middle finger slid in easily enough, causing his breath to shutter out of his chest. He went back to stroking his weeping tip and realized that with the newly slick feeling, the slide of his finger into himself was much smoother. He mewled his pleasure as he began to pump the finger shallowly inside of himself, afraid to reach too deep and unsure in the first place how exactly he was supposed to do this. His body, however, seem to know just what to do in harsh, instinctual motions that left him unable to think.
All the came now were images so primal they could have been cave paintings. Warren above him, Warren touching him, the ghost feeling of Warren's hands running all over the boy's wet aching body. Gripping his cock, spreading him apart, his big fingers shoving inside-
With a startled gasp he felt his orgasm rip through him, and he had to turn his head into his shoulder to muffle the scream he almost let loose. The heat and haze of the shower seemed to envelope him as his cum came spurt into his hand in a pleasure that was almost agonizing. It seemed to last forever and the waves of pleasure that washed over him made him numb to just about everything while his spine curled and his mouth fell open on his harsh panting breath. He sat there lightly gasping under the showerhead, mind reeling and body buzzing pleasantly from the best orgasm he'd ever given himself. He felt very weak and fuzzy, and realized only dimly that his finger was still absently pumping into himself. He startled and blushed violently, gently easing his finger out as he was now incredibly sensitive there, and wonder what in the heck had come over him. After a moment more he got to his feet on shaking legs, and tried to wash the evidence away, hissing when the still warm water ran over his sensitive pink appendage, and blushing all the while.
It only hit him as he was finishing up and starting to towel himself dry what he'd just done. He stared at himself in the mirror in shock, and even though he knew he should feel guilty about feeling so good from that place, he couldn't quite bring himself to. He studied the way he looked in the mirror; his cheeks flushed, his lips bitten, his nipples hard and red despite the warmth of the shower -and he wondered what had come over him these past few days. This had certainly been new territory for him, but he realized with a sort of low burning in his stomach that he'd quite liked it. He may even want to try it again...
He then realised with a mounting horror that he had nearly screamed Warren's name when he'd come.
-Subliminal Heat-
Puma: Hehe, heyyyy guyssss. So it's been a while… thank you all so much for the wonderful support in the comments, it certainly provided a much needed kick in the butt! This story is not abandoned, it will be continued AND as a gift for being so patient, we have a spicy AU oneshot in the works. Hope you enjoyed!
Madame: Hello lovelies~ as Puma says it's been a while and we do apologize. The AU oneshot is certainly closer to finished than not, so hopefully that can be out soon. Thank you again for all your support!
P.S. Also a huge thanks to Tawny The Disturbed for letting us borrow her character Silvanus. He's from her fic Oxygen which is amazing so go give it a read!
