okay, for my loyal reviewers, i'm giving you what i'm sure you've all been waiting for. i'm sure you all notice that i upped the rating. however, despite the song selection, the scene i'm sure you all have in mind will be more schmoopy than anything, know what i mean? despite the song selection, because i primarily had to call on my own nonexistant sexual experiences... *sigh* but let's not go there. anyway, i just love like song like so much pie that i had to use it.

"You can have my isolation/ You cam have the hate that it brings/ You can have my absence of faith/ You can have my everything/ Help me/ You tear down my reason/ Help me/ It's your sex I can smell/ Help me/ You make me perfect/ Help me think I'm somebody else/ I wanna fuck you like an animal/ I wanna feel you from the inside/ I wanna fuck you like an animal/ My whole exsistance is flawed...."

"Closer"

by Nine Inch Nails

They were in the kitchen of Will's house; Jetstream and the Comander off saving the world, and afterwards had a meeting with the president. They wouldn't be back till tomorrow afternoon. "I think..." Will rummaged around the fridge. "Yeah, out of Dr. Pepper. Coke okay?"

"Yeah," Warren nodded.

And clumsy as Will was, an hour later....

"Damn!" Will yelped, left hand cradling his right, which was bleeding from a ragged piece of glass. He tossed the last piece into the trashand got up to run his hand under some water.

Warren came up behind him after grabbing a Band-Aid from a drawer and an ice cube from the freezer. He set them on the counter and placed his hands low on Will's hips, chin on the younger's shoulder.

After Will dried his hands, tactfully avoiding the cut, Warren put the ice cube on Will's palm and held his hand, pressing down on the ice with Will, having interlaced their fingers, and liking the way they looked, his darker ones against Will's paler ones.

Once Will's cut was appropriately numbed, Warren tossed the half-melted ice cube into the sink and sucked the moisture from his palm, sucking harder to cover his smirk when he noticed the shiver go down Will's spine, which was pulled flush against Warren's chest, which pretty much meant that his butt was also molded against Warren's crotch in the least sugestive way possible. Then he put the Band-Aid on his, laying a chaste kiss to the covered skin.

Will tugged on Warren's arms, not wanting to break this odd but not uncomfortable silence between the two, and Warren loosened his hold, only to tighten it again once Will had turned around to face him.

Warren didn't even notice that he'd closedhis eyes till he felt the most timid of lips against his--hard to believe they were the same lips that had nearly bruised his gums twenty-four hours ago--but it got fiercer quickly when Warren kissed back. Will's hands found their way to his hair and he lowered his own to Will's ass, squeezing. Will let out a squeak and tugged on his hair. Warren let one hand slip down to Will's thigh and hitched it up onto his hip.

Warren tasted like Coke and sour Skittles and also vaguely like smoke and Will thought hazily for a moment that fuck, that taste was addicting. And this kiss was kind of out of control for only a third kiss, like it was going somewhere--everywhere--fast, and Warren had pulled away before Will could process the voice cracking whine that escaped him at the loss.

Warren saw that the light honey-colored hazel of Will's eyes had lost nearly all it's color to an aroused black. "Warren," he said, voice rough but pleading, "Please?"

"Fine, but I'm not coming in my pants like some twelve year old Joneas Brothers fan," Warren muttered, and that'swhen Will noticed that they were both hard and--yeah, now he was blushinglike a little schoolgirl. But he just tugged Warren upstairs, pressing his lips together to maintain that "thoroughly kissed" feeling until he could get the real this back in a few seconds.

And then they were--startlingly sudden, actually,--on Will's bed, devoid of shirts, kissing again. Will pulled away to latch onto Warren's neck, just under his jaw and to the left of his Adam's apple, sucking the soft warm skin and felt how Warren's pulse was racing. He held himself up on shaky arms as he kissed down Warren's chest, licking down that teasing happy trail ashe undid the zipper of his jeans, pushing them down. Warren kicked them off and growled, flipping them over so he was now on top, lappin, nipping and kissing Will's collarbones and neck.

Will put a hand to Warren's chest, not pushing him away, just holding him still. "Wait, wait," he murmured, and the deep flush on his cheeks was just form embarrassment. "I don't want... that is, I want this... to mean something... come tomorrow." He looked up at Warren through his eyelashes, and when he shifted, Will tensed, bracing himself for the moment when Warren would get up. He knew he'd feel cold, and miss that comfortable weight pinning him to the mattress, and he was ready for it.

But Warren didn't get up. Just looked down at him with that calculating expression that always made Will feel like he could read his thoughts, and made him feel dirty, no matter what was going through his head. "What... how do you mean?"

"I mean, if this is just for tonight, I'd rather just be your friend. Like, all or nothing."

And there: it was all out in the open now.

Warren kissed the corner of Will's mouth. "I'll take it all."

And all was what Will would give him, or perhaps what he'd let him take. All of it, including scratch marks down his back when Will had told him, "You look beautiful like this," and warren had kissed him because he didn't quite know how to answer that. All of it, including a bitemark on his shoulder that would hurt for a week because he didn't want Will to be the only one feeling pain when he entered him. All of it, including bruises on his hips when the simultaneously came. All of it, because pain faded quickly when it visited those well acquainted with it.

And it was everything a first time should be with someone you cared for for real: sweet and awkward and fun and memorable and so perfect they forgot to be embarrassed.

After the world came back into focus around them, and after Will cleaned them off with his discarded T-shirt, they still weren't brewathing normally yet. Will asked hesitantly, "So, can we... not like, today, unless you want to, but... I wanna do that again. Can we? Like, all the time?"

Warren lifted his head from where his face was buried in Will's neck and kissed him, sweet and soft. "Yes," he whispered against Will's lips, but it came out sounding a lot more like "Forever."

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