Chapter Five

because I said so

Will easily flew them to the club, enjoying the feel of Warren clutching tightly to him. He sighed when he touched down at the back entrance to the club and Warren released his hold. Will's chest felt horribly exposed, even though the fishnet kept off most of the cold.

Warren was just as sad to let go of Will as Will was to have him let go. The pyrokinetic let his left hand linger to trail across Will's chest and he pushed a touch of his power to his hand to make it warm. Will's shiver at his touch made Warren smirk.

"Cold Liam?" He asked, the smirk evident in his voice, even though Will couldn't see it.

"Yes! This damned shirt of yours barely keeps out the cold at all. I don't know how you talked me into wearing this," Will growled and grabbed Warren's hand, moving it across his chest and arms to warm himself up. "Make yourself useful and warm my back with your other hand."

"Liam, I don't have time for this. My shift starts soon."

"Please Warren? I'm freezing," pleaded Will. He was cold, but really just wanted Warren to keep touching him.

"I'll warm you up inside. Come on, I don't want to get fired." Warren dragged Will to the staff entrance, opening the door with his key and pulling Will in behind him. With a smirk on his face, Warren pulled his best friend through the crowded dance floor and up the spiral metal staircase to the second level, where the bars were.

"I can't believe you work here now!" shouted Will over the blaring music. At that moment he dearly wished that Warren still worked at the Chinese food place. He was glad that Warren had had a tight grip on his wrist on the way through the dance floor because girls and guys alike had been trying to pull him to them to dance.

"I like it here. Layla hangs out at the Paper Lantern, I can't stand her," spoke Warren into Will's ear. He had pulled Will to him, pressing them tightly together to keep from having to yell. Warren warmed his hands with a spark of power and put one against the other teen's lower back. The heat reached Will's skin through the straps and fishnet and started to become almost too hot. Will squirmed under Warren's touch and took a step forward, closing the short distance to the bar to nothing.

"Jerk. You heated your hand up too much!"

Warren just laughed, grinned, and jumped over the bar. "If you can't handle the heat, how do you expect us to date?" Warren asked. "Do you want anything to drink?" He questioned quickly, trying to cover up the fact that he had asked the first question. He didn't want to freak his friend out with talk about their non-existant relationship.

Yet, leave it to Will to to catch on and run with the idea.

"How can we date?" he asked in shock. "You want us to date? I mean, really? How can we date if you don't listen to me? How can we date if your power is controled by your emotions?"

Warren hung his head. "So that's a 'no' on the drink then?"

"Give me a Coke," responded Will. But he wasn't giving up. "What would it be like if we had sex? Would your powers go all freaky and fry me? That's not really an incentive to get into your pants."

Warren grabbed a 20oz. bottle of Coke from under the counter, setting it on the table with an inaudible thunk, grinning at Will. The pyrokinetic was glad that they didn't have to shout, they were close enough to be able to hear each other overthe music. It wouldn't have been good for any one to hear Will shout that.

"Well, I can control it if I try, you know that. Otherwise I would have fried everyone around me during the Battle easy. Will, you just have to know that I would never intentionally hurt you." Warren sighed. "Now," he added, remembering their first encounter in the lunch room.

Will nodded; he did know. "So if we have sex you won't fry me? You won't get all flamey on me if I get into your pants?"

"Well, technically, you already are in my pants," laughed Warren. Will shot him a glare. "No, I won't fry you," he assured the strong one. Warren hesitantly reached forward, leaning over the bar, his large, warm right hand wrapping around the left side of Will's neck. He pulled the other in for a kiss, their first and...

CLIFF HANGER!