"I'm glad we don't have school this week." Scott mentioned. He lay on his bed with Warren next to him. "Me too." Warren smiled. From his view, he looked over Scott's form. His chest moved up and down as he breathed. Muscles flexing and enticing him to touch.
Over the past months, he had noticed that Rogue looked at Scott differently. He always caught her stealing glances at Scott. She looked at him longingly. Underneath all the layers of makeup she used to look unapproachable, he thought she was beautiful, kind, and pretty damn tough. Scott on the other hand was difficult to read. But if hanging out with him taught him anything, it looked like he liked her too. If he was being honest with himself, he liked them both. A lot. The three had met and remained friends. But sometimes, it felt like there was more than just friendship between them. Not enough to be a badly written soap opera love triangle, but not less than a unique relationship. And if Warren left it to Scott to decide their fate, he was in for a long wait.

Warren dragged himself up to face Scott, whose back was to the headboard. "Scott, I know that you and Rogue are close. I think she likes you." Warren stated.
"What? No, she doesn't. She was completely smitten when she met you."
Warren disagreed. "That may be the case because I'm simply irresistible. I like her. But I know she likes you. And I think you like her too. Talk to her. Okay? I thought you should know."
"Are you saying what I think you are saying?"
"Yes." Warren replied after a beat.
"What if..?" Scott started to ask, but Warren placed a finger on his lip and shushed him.
"Warren, this is highly inappropriate. We can't just talk about these things. We live in a world that judges us. And now you want what? The three of us together? Did you hit your head in practice?"
"Don't overthink this. I know you want her and I'm willing to share. Just, ask her."
Scott stayed quiet

"You need a shower." Scott scrunched up his nose at Warren, who was still in his costume. "Wanna help clean me?" Warren flirted with Scott. "I don't think you will be able to handle it." Scott said. Raising his eyebrows, Warren grinned. "Is that a challenge? Because there's only one playboy in this room." Scott laughed and stuck his tongue out "Can't believe you just called yourself a playboy."
"Challenge accepted."
Scott simply gave him a nervous smile.
Warren flew and landed on Scott, cradling Scott's hips with his thighs. Grabbing the brown-haired mutant's strong jawline, he kissed him. There was nothing sweet about the kiss. It was passionate and raw. Scott gave in to the kiss as Warren's hand stroked Scott's chest, tweaking his pecs. Scott gasped in pleasure, his pants sporting a visible tent. Warren ground into Scott. Their erections pressing against eachother. "Warren...we..too soon." Scott mumbled, heady with lust. Warren, who had lost his breath, got up and sat next to Scott. He respected Scott's choice. And he didn't want to force him into anything. Scott turned and kissed Warren softly. It was one of those gentle kisses that seemed very important. A knock on their door had them separating with a swiftness that would make Quicksilver proud.

Kitty and Kurt had entered the room while Scott pretended to look anywhere but at Warren, who had covered his lap with a pillow. Noticing the sudden shift in the mood and a shirtless Scott, Kitty spoke up. "Like, why aren't you both downstairs? I made us breakfast." Having been a victim of Kitty's misadventures in the kitchen previously, Scott blanched at the thought of having to eat food that wasn't fit for consumption. The last time he ate a muffin, he ended up losing a tooth. Kurt who stood behind Kitty placed his hands on his neck and pretended to choke. Warren hid his laugh with a cough. Scott smiled kindly at Kitty and spoke nervously, "I appreciate it, Kitty. But I am not hungry. Although, Warren would love to try out some of your delicious breakfast." Warren glared daggers at Scott. "Es Tu, Brute?" He whispered aggressively. Scott felt a little bad for throwing Warren under the bus, but it was soon replaced with smug satisfaction. "Why Warren, Don't you love a challenge?" He whispered only so the blonde could hear.
Warren looked at her and gave her a fake smile. Kitty grabbed Warren's arms excitedly. Warren quickly made an excuse that he had to take a shower, but Kitty made him promise he would visit her for breakfast after the shower. Kitty left while Kurt stayed behind. When the door closed, Kurt and Scott broke out in laughter. "Oh Man, Warren is screwed." Kurt said.
"Better him than me. I'll take a bullet for Warren. But not if that bullet is Kitty's cooking." Scott commented. They both laughed.
"So how are you dealing with Sinister and everything?" Kurt asked with compassion. Scott frowned. "As good as you when you found out Mystique was your Mother." Scott replied. At that, Kurt bristled. He wrapped an arm around Scott. "We are here for you. If you want to talk about it, I'm here." Scott nodded and gave him a pained smile. "Thank you, Kurt."
"Anytime. Mein Freund."
Kurt bamfed away, leaving behind a faint smell of brimstone.
Scott buttoned up his shirt and decided that he would take Warren out for lunch to make it up to him for using him as a scapegoat. He went to Rogue's room to check on her.
"Hey" Scott said when he saw the Auburn-haired woman reading a book. "Hey." Rogue gave him a shy smile. He sat next to her. "How are you?" She asked, not wasting time. "I don't know. Could be better?" Scott replied, unsure.
"I'm taking Warren out for lunch. Wanna join us?" He asked hopefully.
"And be the third wheel? No thanks."
"Why would you be the third wheel?"
"I know Summers."
"What?"
"The way he looks at you. The way YOU look at him. I know you're both more than just friends. I'll admit that I never imagined the two of you together. But, it makes sense. Ya, know?"
"Who..who else knows?"
"Just me. Your secret is safe."
He nodded. "So, lunch? Come with us. You're my friend, Rogue. And I would like to hang out with my friend."
Rogue looked down. "That's the problem, Scott. I'll only ever be your friend." She looked down and avoided his gaze. She didn't want him to see her hurting.
"Rogue, I don't know what to say."
"Just leave."
"I didn't know you felt that way about me."
"I joined the X-Men because of you, Scott.."
"I'm sorry, Rogue. I wish I could give you what you need. And I would. But,"
"I know. You're with Warren. It's just...I thought you and I had something. Did you.. did you feel anything more than friendship for me at any point?"
"I'd be lying if I said no."
At that, Rogue was in shock. "What."
"I like you, Rogue. But, I like Warren too. And, I think he likes you. And you like him. Because I know you were into him when we saw him at Christmas."
"What are you trying to get at Scott?"
"Just saying, we don't have to stick to labels. It was never just Warren and me. You were already a part of the equation."
"Are you proposing a ménage à trois? How hard did you hit your head?"
"No, but I think Warren has a point. Think about it, Rogue. I understand. It's a little weird for me too. But, it makes sense? I don't want to lose either of you."

Rogue watched Scott go. The shock didn't leave her face. Did the straight-laced leader just propose a three-way relationship? Surely not, she thought to herself. 'Maybe I'm dreaming. I have to lay off those paperback novels.'

At noon Warren was groaning. His stomach hurt. Kitty's 'light breakfast' didn't sit well with him. Scott was beside him. "Are you trying to get me killed because of what we discussed today?" He whined.
Scott rubbed his back. "Now now, Angel. You'll be fine. Let me take you out to lunch."
"Lunch? Forget it. I think I lost my appetite for food. Might as well apply to become a supermodel since I won't be eating anymore and I'll starve and die."
Scott rolled his eyes. "Quit being so dramatic."
"Says the guy who tried to kill me. Is she an assassin hired by you to kill me?"
Groaning in frustration, Scott got up and fetched Warren a glass of water.
"Would you do me a favor and fetch me the knife you used to stab me in the back?" Warren complained.
"I'd kill for a good coma right now." Scott muttered.
"Knowing your history, I don't think it's a good idea. But maybe if you ask a telepath nicely, they might oblige. They always want you. Betsy, Xavier, Jean, Sinister, oh and that Emma Frost. Seriously, what is it with you and telepaths?"
"It's not like that!" Scott said, his voice rising a few pitches higher. Warren knew the topic was touchy, but he continued to goad him.
"Your lame excuse is as believable as Kitty's excellent cooking."
"Says the guy who has a perpetual Hard-on for women who fulfill your masochistic and voyeuristic desires. I saw you having air sex, Warren."
"Name one person."
"Psylocke."
"Touché. So, would you like to have sex with me while we fly?"
"Warren."
"Yes, Scott?"
"Shut up."
Warren laughed hysterically at their conversation.
"By the way, I spoke to Rogue."
"Oh yeah? What did she say?"
"That we are crazy. "
"Seems about right." Warren quipped.
"I'm serious, War. How do you see this working out?"
"We all like each other. And I think we would do well together. Scott, I know it's a bit weird. But, we are all adults. And we can take it slow. Nothing about our lives has been normal. So why should our relationship be normal?"
"I don't know. But, If this doesn't work out...I can't lose you and Rogue. You're all I have."
Warren considered. "If this doesn't work out, I will still be your friend. But atleast we tried?"
"Okay." Scott agreed
"Okay?" Warren Repeated.
"Okay."
Just then Rogue barged in to Warren's room. "So, how do we do this?" Rogue asked. Unsure.
Warren went up to her and hugged her. With his hand in her hair, he gave her a chaste kiss, wary of her powers. Rogue stood shocked. Warren took Scott's hand and nudged him towards her. Scott hugged Rogue. "Let's start slow." he said, noticing her nervousness that mirrored his.
He turned to Warren and asked, "How are you so unphased about this?"
"Because, I am the only..." Abruptly Scott cut him off. "Please don't say playboy. If we accept this, you'll have to think of original ways to say that."
Both Warren and Rogue laughed at that.
"I am the only person in this room who has been with two women at once."
"But not with a man." Scott pointed out.
"Men aren't that different. Humans are needy, horny, hungry."
"Speak for yourself." Scott retorted.
"You aren't normal, Scott. I don't blame you for it. You literally grew up in a test lab. So normal emotions don't apply to you. But we love you anyway."
"Fuck you."
"With pleasure."
Rogue, who stood there watching them, was amused at their banter."Ya'll keep bickering like this and people will think you are an old married couple."
"Who are you calling old? I'm offended." Warren Scoffed. "Although, Scott is 18 going on 40."
"Shut the fuck up, Warren."
"See what I mean? In two years he will shoo away kids for throwing a ball in his backyard."
Rogue and Warren Sniggered at Scott's expense.
"I'm starting to think this was a terrible idea." Scott moaned.
"You're stuck with us now, Scotty." Rogue chimed in gleefully. "I thought we were going out for lunch?"
"Unfortunately, I can't. Scott had someone poison me." Warren wailed.
"He ate Kitty's breakfast." Scott translated.
"Why did ya do that? I thought you had brains." Rogue made fun of Warren.
"It's all Scott's fault." Warren complained.
"Is he always this whiny?" Rogue asked.
"Yes." Scott supplied.
"Whiny? Whiny? You eat her breakfast and tell me you don't feel like the grim reaper is searching for you."
Scott ignored his comment and spoke to Rogue. "What do you say, we leave him here and go out for lunch?"
"Yeah, leave me alone to die. Such good friends."
"Okay. We'll stop by the funeral home and see if they have a nice casket." Scott joked.
"I'll only lie on Solid mahogany with Gold plating and a luxurious interior lining."
"Noted." Scott said.
"If we kill him now, we can just bury him in a plain ol' cardboard." Rogue quipped.
Warren looked aghast at the prospect of being buried in a cardboard. "You wouldn't! You neanderthals! You might as well cut me into bits like a creepy serial killer."
"That's one way to go." Scott said. Rogue snorted, and both mutants fell about laughing.