"Scott!" Warren took hold of his boyfriend's arm as he tried to turn away. "We need to talk."
"I'm sure we do." Scott was thankful for the ruby quartz glasses that hid the tears that lined his eyes. Warren quickly tugged Scott into the nearest bedroom, locking the door behind them.
"I thought you weren't coming." He started, unsure of what to say.
"Yeah, you seemed to make the most of my absence." Scott sat heavily on the bed, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
"No, it wasn't like that!" Warren begged. "It was just a game!"
"Oh, don't even try to pretend you didn't love every second!"
"I was thinking about you! I swear!" Warren slipped off his jacket - revealing his wings - and sat beside Scott, who immediately got up.
"Oh really? Because from where I was standing, you seemed to have no problem sticking your tongue done that sleezy telekinetic's throat!" He snapped.
"Scott!" Warren moaned. "You know I'd never-"
"You don't get what's wrong here, do you?" Scott turned his face away unable to look at the beautiful boy before him any longer.
"It was just a game!" Warren repeated
"I wanted to be the only guy you kissed like that, Warren!" Scott blurted out the words before he could stop himself, then lowered his voice, suddenly aware that their private life was hidden from the world by only a thin wooden door. "I wanted to be special."
"You are special, Scotty." Warren stood from the bed and approached the other boy slowly, fearful he may bolt. "You're everything I want. I love you."
"It's difficult to feel special when I just feel like another statistic for you."
"Another statistic? Scott, what are you-"
"I love you, Warren." Scott cut off his boyfriend's words, knowing that soon they would reduce him to tears. "With all of my heart. But there's this voice in the back of my head telling me I'm just like those girls who couldn't resist the Worthington charm."
"That's what this is about?" Warren raised his eyebrows. "You're not some dumb blonde I met at a house party."
"But I can't help feeling that way." Scott confessed. "Not to be rude, but you're kind of the biggest slut in the X-Men."
"Ouch." Warren laughed slightly, despite the situation, and wrapped his arms around Scott's waist. "But seriously, why would I ask to take it slow if you were just another notch in the bedpost for me? Listen Scotty, I'm as scared of this relationship as you are, possibly more, but that definitely does not mean I'll ever want anyone else. I love being scared with you, Scott Summers."
"Are you attracted to him?" Scott looked into his boyfriend's eyes through his glasses.
"Who? Julian?" Scott didn't answer. "I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"This whole 'it's okay to be attracted to a guy' thing is new to me. I really don't know how to answer that question." Warren felt Scott fingers playfully weave into his feathers, soothing his worry slightly.
"Please," Scott sighed. "Yes or no?"
"Yes." Warren replied bluntly, immediately regretting it.
"Okay," Scott took a deep breath, stepping back from Warren slightly.
"Would you have preferred I lied to you? Because those were the options you were giving me." He linked his fingers with Scott's. "You can't say I'm the only guy you find attractive."
"I know. I'm just scared of losing you." Scott's voice was weak and quiet. "You have to see how much it hurt me. I spend the last two hours feeling guilty as hell for not coming to this party for such a foolish reason. Then, I decide it will be romantic if I turn up and surprise you. I spend the whole journey up here planning what I'm gunna say to you and how I'm gunna get you alone. And then I walk in and you're making out with some gorgeous, blue-eyed telekinetic."
"Trust me, Scotty. It was just the game. Sure, Julian is pretty attractive, but he has nothing on you. And, more importantly," He took a step towards Scott. "I love you."
"I love you too, Warren." Scott felt the familiar butterflies return.
"Besides, he was nowhere near as good as you." Warren smirked, kissing his boyfriend's nose.
"Really?" A small smile took Scott's lips.
"Really."
"You wanna kiss me now, slut?" Scott teased.
"Not appreciating the new nickname. But yes." Warren laughed, before kissing his boyfriend softly.
As usual, their kiss was perfect. And with it, everything seemed to fall into place. They were in love, and nothing was going to change that.
