Well shit, y'all, it's been a while. I don't even know what happened. I'll try to make sure this doesn't happen again but I make no guarantees. However, I wrote most of this from scratch while the last few chapters are going to be mostly editing.
Oh yeah. There's only like 6 chapters left I think. I've had the idea to do little side-stories that pertain to this AU I've created but don't work with this story. Like a Max/Kate and Warren/Nathan double date. And a smut scene pertaining to some offscreen hanky panky from chapter 19. What do y'all think?
Speaking of hanky panky, there's a sex scene in here. There kinda had to be. It's a fucking Prom chapter. Also this chapter is long as fuck. Holy shit. It's over 7k fucking words… I hope it makes up for me going MIA for a whole month. But yeah. I hope you enjoy and please review/comment/whatever.
Everything felt so surreal to Warren as he stood in front of a full-length mirror in Dana's dorm room. He was dressed in a classic black tuxedo with a blue bowtie and even he had to admit that he looked rather dapper looking. Dana appeared next to him in a pink mermaid-cut dress, making sure she didn't need to make any last-minute adjustments to her appearance before they met with their dates and loaded onto the party bus.
Warren couldn't believe that he had a date to his senior prom. An actual date, not an "I feel sorry for you" date or "It's better than going alone" date. He had a real date with Nathan mother-fucking Prescott and he was ecstatic. He had a boyfriend and they were in love and, at least for the moment, everything felt perfect.
Well, not completely perfect. To the public, his date wasn't Nathan but was actually Kate, which was why her conservative blue dress was the same shade of blue as his bowtie; Nathan was supposedly going to prom with Victoria, whom most people assumed was his girlfriend. To make sure no one found out, what was actually happening, they would take photographs in the woods instead of somewhere nicer and more public and their dinner and pre-party was at the Prescott beach house instead of at some fancy restaurant. Compared to how much worse it could be and especially compared to how bad the blow-out could be if Nathan's or Kate's parents found out who their real prom dates were, all that were really just some minor inconveniences.
"You look great, Warren, like a real cutie-pie," Kate said as she appeared beside Warren in the mirror. She smiled softly as she looked up at him, eternally grateful that he was providing cover by being her supposed date.
"Thanks. You look great, too, and so do you, Dana." It felt so strange to Warren, getting ready with Dana: cheerleader, Vortex Club member, and one of the few people who knew who his real date was. At the first Vortex Club party he'd gone to, he was surprised that she'd even talked to him. Now, they were something of friends and were even getting ready for prom together. Life was weird.
Life was also wonderful. At least, that's what Warren thought when he got his first glimpse of Nathan in his own tuxedo looking absolutely amazing. It was strange to believe that he, a slightly chubby nerd who'd previously only dated other nerds, ended up with someone like that. Someone refined and popular and looked like a million dollars in that perfectly tailored tux that he probably owned was his date and his lover and his boyfriend and he loved him.
It was difficult containing his affection until their large group had made their way into the party bus, but he had to. The last thing they needed was random people finding out and outing them both. Warren wouldn't have minded if people knew that he was bi, but they would make them all the more suspicious of his interactions with Nathan or any guy for that matter. The second they were on the bus, though, those restrictions weren't on them anymore and he immediately glued himself to Nathan's side.
"Hey, Good-lookin'," Warren said as he sat down next to Nathan, trying to sound smooth and failing to do so. He slid an arm around Nathan's shoulders, feeling exhilarated by the fact that he'd never been able to be so openly affectionate with Nathan before. He half expected Nathan to instinctually pull away, put instead he leaned in.
"Hey Handsome." Nathan leaned in for a brief kiss and smiled as he pulled away. He was downright giddy by the fact that they could show affection in front of so many people. He'd been petrified that one of his friends would care that he was gay and hate him for it or that one of them would blab the secret for the whole world to hear. A few days prior, his heart damn near stopped when Zach and Logan walked in on them cuddling while they watched Steven Universe with Victoria in her room. Apparently, even those idiots had figured out that something was going on between Nathan and Warren weeks ago.
And, more surprisingly, they didn't care, which Nathan found incredibly odd. If it had been virtually anyone else, he was sure they would have at the very least said something fucked up to them; he'd seen it happen. Maybe it was because his father was funding the Vortex Club and its bad habits or maybe it was because they knew if they attacked one of their unofficial leaders they'd get kicked out of the club and ostracized by most of their friends. Either way, it had been days and they hadn't said shit and word hadn't gotten out so even if they did care, they were too big of pansies to show it.
Which was rather fortunate because it meant that the entirety of the Vortex Club knew about them. Which meant that later in the night, when they went into the VIP section of the prom (because it really was just a fancy Vortex Club party after all) they'd be free to act like any other couple. It was nice being able to do so on the bus, which was still lovely and rather spacious but it wasn't quite the same and they didn't really spend all that much time in there.
They spent a good portion of time taking photographs, which made sense considering about half of the people there were aspiring photographers or at the very least highly interested in the art. Of course they took plenty of fake couple prom photos of Warren with Kate and Nathan with Victoria and order to save face, as well as plenty of group and friend shots. Max and Victoria insisted that they take at least a few actual couple photographs of Nathan and Warren, not that they hadn't already snapped plenty on the bus, but it was both good practice and something they'd both been wanting to take pictures of anyway.
Though Warren would never admit it, especially not in front of that company, he found the whole process of being a model rather boring and felt that they took far too long taking pictures. Not to mention, Max and Victoria both could be downright bitches when they were trying to pose the couple, but he tried his best to entertain them. He owed Max for all the science rambles she put up with, and he owed Victoria because she'd been rooting for him since the whole situation had started back in November. Max, however, was far worse than Victoria, mostly because she had a finite number of pictures she could take with her instant camera and so she had to be picky.
"We've tried to convince you to go digital, Maxine. Then you wouldn't have this problem," Victoria said as Max got frustrated with not being able to get them in the perfect pose with the perfect angle.
Max glared as she said with venom, "Max, never Maxine." A lot more light-heartedly, she added, "I'm old school, Victoria, I couldn't just switch to digital."
Nathan smirked as he turned his gaze from Warren. "Digital just doesn't go with your bullshit hipster motif, does it?" No one really knew when it happened, but at some point 'hipster' became less of an insult and more of a strange term of endearment. It hadn't ever really bothered Max when she was called that but once she became something of friends with Victoria, and later Nathan, she began to kind of enjoy it when they called her that. In response, she just smiled at him before Victoria offered to take shots of Max and Kate.
It left Warren and Nathan alone, or at least with no one in their group paying attention to them. Since they were in the middle of nowhere and therefore didn't have to worry about prying eyes, Nathan had no apprehensions about wrapping his arms around Warren and pulling him close. With how surreal the day felt for Warren, it was nothing compared to how it felt for Nathan. It was prom, he was going with a guy and yeah, he was still lying to pretty much everyone about that fact, but all of their friends knew and they didn't care.
Their friends also knew that it wasn't just a fling; Nathan and Warren were in love. It was strange and magical and wonderful and so different than everything that Nathan was used to. Warren was special and Nathan couldn't believe that someone like that would want to be with him. He couldn't believe how supportive his friends were. He couldn't believe how many actual friends he had, people who cared about him and not the benefits he could provide as a Prescott. Things had changed so much during that school year and he couldn't bear to think about how different things would be soon, with his friends returning home and almost everyone he cared about going away to college. It was painful to think about; so he didn't. He wanted to live in the now, at least while his troubled mind would let him
"Have I told you that you look really sexy in that tux?"
Warren giggled. "About three times now."
"I can't believe I'm in love with a fucking geek," Nathan smiled as he leaned in, their noses touching. "I can't believe you talked Kate into that dressed because it's the same color as the Tardis, or that I know what the hell the Tardis is."
"Well, I can't believe that you didn't start watching Doctor Who until a few months ago." Warren grinned and Nathan playfully rolled his eyes at him. "Besides, it's a good thing that you love a geek."
"Yeah?"
Warren nodded. "Geeks make the best boyfriends."
"I suppose they do." It wasn't long after their lips connected that they heard a very familiar click of a camera. They ignored it, continuing their affections until the photographer began speaking.
"This is the sweetest pic I've taken all night," Max said as she looked at her masterpiece. Warren and Nathan kissing and looking completely natural as it was a candid shot. They were framed perfectly by the trees and the angle provided the most perfect lighting. She could have won an award for that thing and, if it wouldn't out one of her best friends and his boyfriend, she totally would have tried to.
Nathan walked over to her, one of his hands intertwining with Warren's and dragging him along. He wanted to see for himself and was certain that it probably wasn't that good and he or Victoria probably could have shot something better. As he looked at the photograph, though, his cockiness resolved into something much more sappy and sentimental. Even if the rest of the shot wasn't great (it was, though he would never tell Max that), even he had to admit she captured the couple well. It was obvious the kiss wasn't staged and that the couple obviously meant a lot to each other, with the way Nathan was protectively holding Warren and how much his face softened while doing the action.
"I'm gonna want a copy of that…"
Nathan was happy that Victoria had proposed having dinner and a pre-prom party at the Prescott beach house. Not only did it make more sense than going out to some restaurant because of the sheer size of their group, but it also meant that he was still out of the public eye. Which in turn meant that instead of him being stressed out at a restaurant that they'd get caught, he'd instead be able to be as affectionate with Warren as he pleased. Only their friends and the caterers were there, and those people had been paid more than enough to keep their mouths shut about what they saw.
And they saw quite a lot.
Nathan tried his damnedest to refrain from showing Warren too much physical affection. He knew what it would lead to, especially since they had access to many bedrooms and he'd already thought to pack condoms and a little bottle of lube. They had the whole night and it would be best if he waited until after the party, since it was at a hotel and he'd already reserved a room there for them to stay the night in. But there were still a few hours before they'd be arriving at the Prom, Trever and Dana were making out in a corner, and he and Warren had a semi-private little loveseat all to themselves. The moment felt too right, so Nathan just had to kiss Warren over and over again.
Being kissed so intimately in a place that was so public felt strange to Warren, at least while he was sober enough to realize what he was doing. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy every moment of it. There was something so arousing about the juxtaposition of how careful they normally were and how completely obvious they were being at that moment.
Nathan liked it, too, or at least Warren assumed so with how he was reacting. He'd gotten Warren laid down on the loveseat with his legs spread and Nathan lying on top of him. The kisses were quick, almost desperate feeling and it made Warren's head spin. The surrounding sounds weren't even registering in his mind and the people were long forgotten. He untucked Nathan's button-up shirt and then his hands roamed Nathan's back, leaving scratch marks as the boy above him ground into him. He wasn't used to Nathan being so aggressive, not since before Christmas when Nathan had decided they were going to just fool around and be nothing else.
It wasn't until his eyes opened as Nathan attacked his neck with kisses that Warren remembered that they were in a house surrounded by people. His gaze remained fixed on the ceiling as Nathan marked the crook of his neck. As Nathan's attention turned more towards his throat, Warren did observe some of the surrounding areas. Chloe and Rachel were doing shots with some of the football team members that were in the Vortex Club, Max and Kate were sipping at what were likely non-alcoholic beverages as they flirted near the appetizer trays, and of course Dana and Trevor were still making out in the corner. He'd expected someone to be watching, maybe even someone with a camera, but he supposed that the reason Victoria was lingering by was to prevent such things from happening.
When a hand tried to travel down his pants, Warren grabbed Nathan's hand and yanked it away. As much as he was enjoying making out and getting dry humped, he wasn't too keen on getting a hand job while there were people in the room. Nathan pulled away, glaring at Warren as if he didn't understand what the issue was. He honestly might not have understood, Warren thought. Who knew how far Nathan had gone with chicks while there were other people around before he'd become exclusive with Warren?
"We're not going that far here." It was difficult to convey a lot of conviction with the obvious hard-on in his pants, but Warren tried.
Nathan looked at him and smiled. "I'll be subtle," he whispered in Warren's ear before nibbling on the earlobe. Again, he tried to stick his hand down Warren's pants and got a firm grasp before Warren could protest. As he'd said, he tried making it as unobvious as possible what they were doing. He did so by being slow, unbearably so, as his hand went up and down Warren's cock. Warren tried to keep quiet, which wasn't all that necessary with how loud the music and the hustle and bustle of the people talking were. Still, he'd feel better if people didn't know what was happening. It felt wrong, really, and it wasn't something he'd normally consider doing. He knew that was part of why it felt to so incredibly good.
Warren hadn't expected that. Sure, he'd thought about what he would be like fooling around with other people nearby but he always thought it would be one of those things that sounded hot in theory but that he wouldn't like in practice. He expected to freak out, especially since a majority of his friends weren't all that far away. Really, that just made it more exciting for him, which was apparent with how close he already was to coming.
"Nathan," Warren murmured against his lover's lips. "Nathan, we need to take this somewhere else."
Nathan smirked, knowing full well what that meant. After rebuttoning and zipping Warren's pants, he grabbed Warren's wrist and dragged him away. He wasn't surprised to find that all three bedrooms were occupied but that didn't really matter; he knew that no one would be in the attic. Though it didn't have an actual bed, it did have a really nice sleeper sofa and no one would even think to go up there.
He wasted no time in guiding Warren to the red folded up sleeper sofa, sitting him down and undoing his pants once again. This time, he removed the pants down to Warren's ankles. He looked up at him wide eyes, with mock innocence, before taking Warren's cock in his mouth. Warren tried to remain quiet purely out of habit since he was used to them fooling around in one another's dorm rooms. When Nathan assured him that no one would hear them up in the attic, Warren gave him what he wanted.
"Oh my fucking God, Nathan," Warren moaned, his nails digging into the couch cushions. "Your mouth feels so good, holy shit."
Nathan looked up at him and would've smiled if his mouth wasn't full. Instead, he deep throated him. Warren could feel the tightness of the back of Nathan's throat around his tip. It was almost enough to make him come. He was holding on, wanting to enjoy it for as long as possible because it was the first time in a while that they didn't have to worry about noise and weren't cramped in one of their cars. However, when Nathan took all of him into his mouth one more time, he couldn't hold on any longer.
"Shit… Nathan, I'm gonna cum," Warren offered as a warning immediately before he did so. He moaned Nathan's name much more loudly than he would've if they were back in their dorms. Nathan swallowed skillfully, not allowing a single drop to dribble out of his mouth and Warren never took his eyes away from the sight. It wasn't all that often that Nathan finished him off with head so he wanted to enjoy every aspect of it. He let out a groan as Nathan released him from his mouth, his dick far too sensitive for any stimulation after orgasming.
After Nathan sat down next to him, Warren just sat there for a moment trying to regain his composure. His breathing was deep and heavy, his face red and blotchy. A moment later, he was all over Nathan. His hands roamed his boyfriend's chest, trailing downwards towards the unattended erection. His lips roamed Nathan's neck, leaving a row of pecks from the collar bone and up to his ear.
"Is there anything you want me to do to you, Nathan?" Warren whispered hotly in Nathan's ear. His fingers curled into the hem of Nathan's pants. "Do you want me to suck you off?"
Nathan turned his head to kiss Warren before answering. "I wanted to try something else."
"Yeah?" Warren asked before turning his attention back to Nathan's neck. He palmed at the bulge in Nathan's pants, earning a gasp in response.
"I wanna make love to you, Warren." After Nathan said those words, Warren stopped nibbling on his neck and froze in place for a moment.
Warren pulled away, looking at Nathan peculiarly. "What?"
Nathan sighed, irritated that he needed to clarify when he was trying to be romantic. "I wanna fuck you."
Warren blinked slowly. He'd thought about it before. He'd thought it would've been brought up not too long after they'd starting seeing one another again. When a few weeks passed without Nathan mentioning anything, Warren assumed that he wasn't interested and that it would never be brought up. He didn't really know how to feel about it. He was definitely curious enough to try it but the thought of doing that before prom and being sore for the rest of the night wasn't what he had in mind.
"We don't gotta if you don't want to," Nathan offered when he felt the silence was becoming unbearable.
So they talked, not bothering to pull Warren's pants back up while they did so. Warren shared some of his concerns about how he didn't know if it was going to hurt or make him sore. He asked Nathan questions about what he liked about bottoming and why suddenly he wanted to top. Nathan reassured him that they didn't have to do anything that Warren didn't want to. In the end, they decided that they'd try later in the night after they headed up to the hotel room above where the prom was being held.
Even though Warren did finish him off in an attempt to tie him over, the excitement of what was to come occupied Nathan's mind for most of the night. He tried his damnedest not to think about it when they returned to the Pre-Prom party. He was surrounded by his friends, talking to them about this, that, and the other thing but his thoughts kept drifting back to what would be happening at the end of the night.
He couldn't help it. He'd always been curious, wondering how having intercourse with a man would compare to being with a woman. He was certain that being with Warren would feel exponentially better than any girl he'd been with, if in no other way than at least emotionally. It had to feel better. Everything else he'd done with Warren did, especially once Warren gained practice and confidence. It made it difficult for him not to sneak away with Warren the moment they entered the hotel that the prom was being held at.
However, it wasn't long after the group entered the VIP section that Nathan was dragged away by Victoria to deal with some party business (since it was really just a super fancy Vortex Club party). Warren didn't quite catch what the issue was. Something about food or the D.J. or something. Either way, he was glad that he wasn't left completely alone; he still had a bunch of friends back there with him.
Except Chloe and Rachel were busy with Trevor taking body shots off Dana. Brooke and Alyssa, even though they'd been offered access to the V.I.P. section, refused to go to said section. Max and Kate were by his side but they'd been abnormally affectionate all night. They weren't all that physical, just lots of little pecks here and there. It was enough to leave Warren uncomfortable and feeling sad that his date was long gone. The couple eventually disappeared, with Kate saying that she was tired even though they'd only been there about an hour. Warren smirked to himself when he realized why exactly they were sneaking off so early. He wasn't alone for very long before he felt a weight beside him on the couch.
Victoria greeted him, smiling and with a wineglass in hand. Warren smiled back and was once again struck by how surreal everything felt. It was prom and Queen Bee Victoria was sitting next to him, keeping him company and seemingly enjoying it. It wasn't that long ago that he was petrified of her and yet there he was, talking about the latest episode of Steven Universe with her and seeing if she checked out those animes he'd recommended (which she had, and she especially loved Ouran High School Host Club).
"So where's Nathan?" Warren asked after he and Victoria had been talking for some time.
"He's off with Hayden," Victoria said before taking a sip of her wine. "When I left, Hayden was insisting that Nathan be his wingman and find him some bitch to spend the night with. They're out there somewhere. Nate could be back in a few minutes. Or like an hour, depending on how drunk and horny Hayden and whatever girl he spends the night with is." Victoria shrugged before taking another drink of her wine.
For a moment, they were quiet. Victoria appeared to be preoccupied with her wine, perhaps tipsy or lost in thought. Warren wasn't quite sure. However, he was beginning to grow impatient. Nathan had been away from him for quite some time at that point. Typically, Warren wouldn't have been that bothered or needy but it was prom for fucks sake! Warren was considering disappearing into the hotel room and texting Nathan to meet him there when he was done but Victoria spoke again.
"You really love Nathan, don't you?" Victoria asked, seemingly out of the blue. Warren was taken aback, nodding but looking at her confusedly. "I know you do. I know you wouldn't have put up with all this shit if you didn't. But, it's just…" Victoria sighed, her eyes averting to the party. She told Warren her concerns, about how in two weeks high school would be over. Almost everyone would be gone. She'd be in Seattle and yeah, for that first week Kristine would be there and Nathan would be fine around his father.
What could happen after that was what concerned Victoria. After Kristine left, after Warren went to Seattle and Nathan went to Portland to university, what then? Nathan would essentially be alone, for the most part, to deal with Sean Prescott. Even though Nathan was strong, very much so, there was only so much that he could handle before he cracked. He'd be alone in a new city. He'd likely be groomed even harder to take over the Prescott fortune. At least Rachel would still be close by in Arcadia Bay but she didn't intend to stay long. Then Nathan would be truly alone. There were always phone calls, video chats, face time, but there was no way that could be enough. Not with the way Sean treated his son.
They quickly realized that they had no idea what to do. They felt guilty for not deciding to go to school in Portland with Nathan. Though it wasn't where they wanted to go, they should've put what they wanted aside for Nathan. He'd have been furious at them for giving up on where they really wanted to be but he'd get over it. Or maybe he wouldn't. Maybe the guilt would've eaten him alive and been the thing to push him over the edge.
By the time they finished talked it was after midnight and they weren't any closer to figuring out what to do. Warren decided that he would indeed head up to the hotel room. Victoria said that she was going to find Nathan and see why he'd disappeared for so long. He was probably just keeping Hayden from doing anything too stupid while he was drunk, or Hayden was being abnormally picky. Either way, she was going to find them.
Warren wasn't surprised that once again Nathan had rented them a suite. He'd suspected as much since Nathan had told him the room was on the top floor. What did surprise him was that the bed the littered with rose petals and there were candles everywhere. It was cliché, almost so much so that he wouldn't have found it sweet if it was done by anyone other than Nathan. He found a little table with two champagne glasses and his heart almost stopped when he saw a bottle sticking out of an ice bucket. Upon closer inspection, it was sparkling apple-peach juice and not something alcoholic. There was also a plate of chocolate covered strawberries next to it. Again, cliché and yet Warren found it endearingly sweet.
Warren found himself reaching for his phone; he'd waited for Nathan long enough.
Nathan answered on the third ring, the hustle and bustle of the dance evident in the background. Before Nathan could say anything other than hello, Warren told him to get up to the hotel room. Nathan was silent for a few moments before he spoke.
"You're already up there, aren't you?"
"Yes."
Again, Nathan was quiet for some time until an irritated sigh was heard. "I wanted it to be a surprise…"
Warren smiled and once again insisted that Nathan get up there.
The moment Nathan closed the door behind him, Warren was on him, gently kissing him over and over again. He wanted Nathan to know how much he appreciated the effort that was being made. He wanted to reaffirm to Nathan that he loved him, that he trusted him, that he'd do anything for him. Perhaps it would've been better said but instead, it was manifesting in physical affection, which Nathan was completely fine with.
Though he'd tried not to think about what Warren said they were going to try after they left prom, it was never far from his mind. The strawberries and sparkling apple juice had been already planned, but the rose petals and candles were last-minute additions. He wanted to make the event special and it was the only thing he and Hayden could come up with on such short notice. Well, the only thing that would be doable at least.
The night went by slowly. Clothes were removed over the course of an hour. Kisses were exchanged. Light touches. At some point, they'd made their way to the couch and then eventually the bed. When Nathan grabbed the bottle of lube he'd placed in the bedside drawer while he and Hayden prepped the room earlier in the night, it once again dawned on Warren what was going to happen.
"Warren… Babe, I meant what I said. You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
But Warren wanted to, he really did. Yet, he was still afraid. He didn't understand why. A small part was about the pain, even though he was certain that Nathan would be gentle and slow. He was also afraid of what a big step it felt like they were taking. Which he knew was stupid. They were dating. They were in love. They were out to all of their friends, not to mention his parents. Hell, they were already having sex and yet Warren was afraid that it would change things.
"It's not gonna change a damn thing," Nathan said when Warren voiced his concerns. He gently fidgeted with the bottle of lube, rotating it in his hand, as he sat down beside where Warren was laying on the bed and kissed him on the forehead.
Warren examined his boyfriend and wished that he could remember if he was nervous their first time. He remembered his first time with a girl, years ago, and he distinctly remembered how damn excited he was. To a lesser extent, he remembered the anxiety he felt, but it was different then. Then he wasn't the one having to worry about physical pain. Even though at that time he loved that girl, it was nothing compared to the way he loved Nathan, so the potential emotional pain was incomparable. He was also the one in control when he was with a girl. Could he give Nathan that kind of control?
In many ways, Warren already had. Nathan knew that Warren loved him and with that power Nathan could break him if he wanted to. Warren had shown Nathan the weakest parts of himself and instead of being met with coldness or indifference like he'd expected, he was met with warmth and affection. He trusted Nathan, he loved Nathan, so if there was anyone he'd allow to do that to him, it would be Nathan.
Warren's hand went to the nape of Nathan's neck and brought him down for a kiss before whispering, "I wanna feel you inside me."
Nathan nodded, giving Warren one more kiss before he sat up on his knees. He set a pillow under Warren's lower back and propped his legs up for better access. Warren's face flushed crimson. He felt so exposed and vulnerable but he kind of liked it. He trusted Nathan and he knew that he was safe with him. He still instinctually tensed as he felt a lubed finger press against him.
"Relax," Nathan soothed before leaning over to plant a kiss on Warren's cheekbone. "Take a few deep breaths. You'll be fine as long as you relax." Warren did as he was told, taking deep breaths and relaxing his body and his mind. It was going to feel good. With the looks he sometimes saw on Nathan's face while inside of him, it had to feel good.
Nathan laid back down beside Warren and kissed him, plunging his tongue into Warren's mouth and hoping it would help to calm him. It worked; as Warren was eagerly kissing him back, a single lubed finger entered him. It didn't hurt, but it didn't exactly feel good, either. Really, it just felt odd. Not bad nor good, just different. He relaxed more as his curiosity took over. He had to be missing something.
Warren groaned at the loss as Nathan pulled away to relubricate his fingers before plunging a second finger inside. It felt better, not amazing, certainly not anything to warrant the looks he saw cross Nathan's face. Maybe Nathan was just being too cautious, going too slow, though he supposed if there was a time for such things, that would be it. He was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with him until he felt Nathan's fingers curl inside him and press into something that made him gasp in delight.
Nathan smirked when he realized he found the spot he was looking for and continued to press into it. Warren writhed beside him, biting his lip and whimpering. He examined Warren; his chest was red and heaving, there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his face was contorted in the most beautiful way. Nathan loved knowing that he was having such an effect on his boyfriend, loved knowing that he was the one causing Warren such pleasure.
By the time a third lubed finger was inserted, Warren was more than ready. He pushed onto the fingers eagerly, happy that he'd given Nathan the go ahead. Warren reached over to stroke Nathan while he spent a few moments just enjoying the new sensations. However, it was strangely Warren's patience that grew thin.
"Ya know, being inside of me would probably feel a lot better than my hand."
Nathan couldn't help but chuckle at that. Warren was normally so patient and showed a lot more restraint that Nathan did. It was amusing to see how enthusiastic he was about bottoming, especially considering how earlier he didn't seem too keen on the idea. Nathan had been concerned that Warren only agreed to make him happy, but not anymore.
Nervousness once again hit Warren as he watched Nathan cautiously slide the condom on and it once again hit him that, holy shit, that thing was going to be inside of him. It was a different feeling than earlier, a lot less apprehension and lot more anticipation. His eyes remained fixed on Nathan as he got between his legs and applied even more lube. As he was entered, he watched Nathan's face intently. Nathan's eyes glazed over before closing, his face softened, and his mouth hung open and he groaned Warren's name.
Nathan stopped when he was most of the way in. He knew he needed to give Warren a moment to adjust but virtually everything in him was screaming to keep going. It felt exponentially better than he'd thought it would, which really said a lot. It was just another thing that made all his experiences with all those women pale in comparison; even if he didn't love the boy beneath him, it would still feel better than anything he'd ever done with a girl.
But he did love Warren; he was sure that he loved Warren more than he ever loved anyone. It made the experience better, incomparable to his previous encounters. Warren wasn't simply using Nathan for his money, or because of who his family was, or just for his body. Warren was letting Nathan inside of him because he loved him, he trusted him, he wanted to get closer to him, and Nathan was surprised that he, too, wanted to feel even closer to Warren.
Nathan leaned over and kissed him briefly before asking, "Are you okay?"
Warren smiled up at him. "Yeah. Keep going."
"Are you sure?"
Warren nodded, grabbing Nathan's ass and squeezing for emphasis.
Nathan leaned back upright and slowly slid the rest of him into Warren. He once again stopped, but for a different reason; he wanted to relish in the moment and memorize everything. How phenomenal it physically felt. How oddly emotional he found himself. The way Warren's chest heaved. That look in Warren's eyes that he'd never seen before.
"Oh my God, you feel amazing."
Warren reached for him, wanting the contact back. Nathan complied, wishing there was a way for him to get that deep in while maintaining the close face-to-face contact. As he kissed him again, Nathan began his movements. He was slow at first and he tried to carefully observe Warren, making sure he wasn't causing the other any pain. His concerns dissipated as he hit that special spot in Warren, causing the boy underneath him to moan into his mouth and claw at his back.
Warren shivered as he felt Nathan proceed to hit the same spot over and over again. He could now understand the appeal of bottoming because every time Nathan hit that spot he saw stars before his eyes. Not only did it feel good, but it felt intimate. When he topped he felt so close to Nathan, but not in the same way. It wasn't that he felt closer with Nathan inside him compared to when it was the other way around, but it was a different kind of closeness. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it just felt that way because it was new and exciting and they were both fully sober for their first time of it.
"I love you," Nathan purred after he pulled his lips away from Warren's.
"I love you, too," Warren breathed.
Nathan pressed his forehead against the Warren's. One of his hands found his way to Warren's neglected cock and began to stroke it, causing Warren to arch into the touch. His normally busy mind was whirring with only thoughts of Warren. He wanted to please Warren because Warren was special; Warren was perfect; Warren was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he almost screwed it up because he was in denial about what he was. There were so many times he could have lost Warren. He wasn't going to risk that ever again.
"You're perfect."
Warren couldn't protest even if he wanted to. He didn't think he was capable of coherent speech at that moment. Between the sensation of his sweet spot being repeatedly hit, the feeling of Nathan's hand stroking him, and the complex emotions he was feeling, he highly doubted his ability to speak. Instead, he just let out throaty moans to assure Nathan that he was enjoying himself.
"I don't wanna do this with anyone else…"
Despite the fact that Warren bit down on Nathan's shoulder to muffle the sound, Warren was still rather loud as he came. It was long, drawn out, and felt all the better with the pelting of his prostate. Afterwards he collapsed, grateful that he was already laying on the bed as his muscles gave out. He watched Nathan, who had released his dick and quickened his pace as his own orgasm drew near. Warren gently ran his nails up and down Nathan's back.
"You're so amazing, Nathan," Warren whispered as one of his hands went into Nathan's hair. "I don't know what I'd ever do without you."
"You won't ever have to worry about that." Nathan gingerly bit his lip before giving him a kiss. "I'm never going to leave you."
Warren smiled up at him, seemingly innocently, until he leaned into Nathan's ear and said, "I wanna feel you cum inside of me."
Nathan faltered for a moment, his eyes widening before he continued his pace. "Warren, you really are perfect, oh my God." When he finally came, he murmured Warren's name over and continued to ride him throughout his orgasm. He lingered inside of Warren for just a moment, only pulling out because his muscles were going to give out and he didn't want to put his full weight on Warren. The instant that Nathan collapsed beside him, Warren was cuddled up onto him, his head on Nathan's shoulder and an arm wrapped around his waist.
Nathan smiled as he curled an arm around Warren and spoke, "You're amazing. That was amazing." He kissed Warren's sweaty forehead and let out a content sigh. "We're disgusting." Warren shot him a look, misunderstanding what Nathan meant before it was clarified. "I mean, we need to shower or something." He got off the bed and Warren let out a discontented mewl in response. After disposing of the condom, he walked back over to the bed and grabbed Warren's hand. "Come with me?"
Warren smiled up at him and nodded. There was no way he wasn't going with him. He couldn't be alone after that, not after feeling so close to him. So he followed his lover into the bathroom, distracting him with kisses before Nathan could even start to fill the giant, jacuzzi bathtub up (because of course Nathan reserved another room with one of those kinds of tubs). When Nathan insisted that Warren get in the tub and then disappeared back into the bedroom, Warren couldn't stop the sad sigh that escaped his lips. He felt pathetic for feeling so clingy, but bottoming for the first time had left him feeling very vulnerable.
However, Warren was delighted when Nathan returned with the sparkling apple-peach juice, the champagne glasses, and the chocolate covered strawberries. He set them on the large ridge in the tub before getting in and settling beside Warren. After Nathan poured them both glasses of the juice, Warren snuggled into him. Nathan smiled before kissing Warren on the forehead and handing him a white chocolate dipped strawberry to eat.
Warren nuzzled Nathan's cheek before placing a row of kisses on it, leading down to Nathan's mouth. Nathan smiled as they kissed. At that moment, everything felt perfect. He'd spent most of the day with his best friends and the boy he was in love with. He was mostly out and fairly proud. With the way the night was ending and the way the day had gone, for the first time in a long time Nathan felt completely happy.
So again, sorry for disappearing. It shouldn't happen again. Also, tumblr. Go on my tumblr (kimlovesgrahamscott) because spring break will be coming up and I wanna do drabble requests since I'll have all that free time. Also I love to talk LiS.