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Born to be Yours by Imagine Dragons and Kygo
WARNING :
I know I said chapter 133 was going to be the last chapter that had WrenxThrottle fun times, but I'm sorry. This chapter has a little bit of fun times mixed in and I apologize. It's only really the first fourth of this chapter, but plot type stuff happens here, so... Don't leave entirely you guys AUHG I'M SORRY.
I'm also sorry this chapter is tiny - I figured since the last chapter was like 10 years long, that this one would sort of balance it. I'll be back to normal with my next chapter, promise :)
*Chapter 133*
In the raw sag of relief both boys were still gently suspended in, Wren gently pried open his eyes and inhaled a revived breath, upon collecting himself. Although sat in the mind-numbing rush of brand new coding, Wren furrowed his eyebrows in tender confusion and could feel Throttle's gentle thought stream, it was filled with a delightful sense of new, kissed maturity, prodding curiosity, rushing flits of questions that weren't coherent, at least yet. Wren inhaled a shaky breath and began to gently sit up and off of Throttle's lap, though in doing so, clearly jolted Throttle right out of his mumbling thought stream of confused processing.
"S-sorry, sorry, I..." Throttle choked a nervous noise and urgently grappled Wren's bare hips, and as he steadied Wren off of him, for good, Throttle sagged back onto his hand and heaved a shaky breath of boggled concern.
As Wren situated himself and pulled his boxer briefs back up to his hips, he sat back and finally turned to face Throttle in a show of warmth, though as the same exact notions began to hit Wren's coding, head on, both boys froze in soft surprise and peered to each other in mind-numbing surprise, an epiphany both boys had very slowly come to. Throttle looked down to his opened palm and felt his heart race at the sight underneath his pristine, ghostly white skin. Like a charge of electricity underneath a frosty show of fresh pores and pixels, a searing mix of his and Wren's coding melted together in a show of coding under the layer of Throttle's milky, white, fleshy fingerprints. As if an electric burner simply warming up and preparing for full heat, Throttle held his breath and urgently drew his surprised eyes to Wren's. Although both boys previously were due to assume the full-on cuddling position and relish in their new found swapped coding, they both sharply peered into each other's eyes in whole entire disbelief.
"I-I... I-I'm thirsty," Wren staggered through a shaky exhale of bewildered adornment, he cocked an eyebrow as both boys gently drew their eyes to Throttle's dimly lit nightstand, which properly held a gleaming glass of fresh water. Wren finally shot his curious, boggled eyes back to Throttle in hot understanding and remained frozen in a wild fit of uncertainty. Wren huffed a trembling breath and long-blinked alongside a nervous swallow, "Can you... Hand me that glass of water?"
"Yeah, sure," Throttle cued slowly, in cute nonchalance, though the hidden undertones in his deep voice assured to Wren that the both of them were very eagerly cued to the same exact situation happening between their bursting coding.
Assuring to Wren that this maybe wasn't all in his head, Wren urgently peered back to the glass of water and held his tight attention to it in curious, baited wait. With Wren being closest to the glass of water, any outside perspective would deem said favor, that Wren asked, a bit odd and redundant, though as Throttle stretched out his arm and reached his open palm towards the pristine glass of water, a whopping six feet away, he remained stationary, not even a single muscle flexed for leaning over to physically reach for the water. Within the milliseconds that Throttle had to hold his breath and somehow cue any ounce of powers he maybe hoped he had suddenly gained, the glass of water suddenly went rocketing for Throttle's being, and although it firmly sagged into Throttle's opened hand, the water, inside the cup, sharply splashed all over Throttle's face and front.
"... You have GOT to be shitting me," Wren suddenly blurt with a hard laugh of whole entire disbelief, he shook his head and stiffened his sitting position, though as Throttle opened his eyes and peered to Wren through the now slop of his wet black bangs, draped over his eyes and eyebrows, he beamed the widest grin of whole entire confusion. Wren looked down to his hands and began to feel a tremble in his voice present itself, a whole wash of unmitigated surprise that soaked both boys with glee, "W-We gained POWERS?"
"Telekinesis," Throttle hissed in a sigh of entire surprise, and as he peered down to the now empty glass in his hand, he shook his head and finally brought his shocked, glowing gaze tight to Wren's.
"HOW?!" Wren bellowed with a hard laugh as he sat up on his knees and gestured his arms and hands out wide in excited confusion.
"I have no freaking clue, I-I'd assume it has something to do with my brother's variations of teleportation coding," Throttle choked with a boyish laugh of entire glee, though he jolted with a hard grunt of a chuckle the second Wren glommed into Throttle's stiff, sitting posture. Both boys slopped down to the end of Throttle's bed in a huge hug of celebration, though Throttle waggled around the empty glass whilst keeping Wren tight in the grip of his other arm, "Y-You're telling me that we can just... GAIN powers?"
"This never happened to Penny or Orph," Wren huffed shakily as he gently pulled away from Throttle, both boys clumsily sat up and peered to each other in warm curiosity, "I don't understand..."
"... I think this is conversation for the higher-ups," Throttle pressed in excited urgency, though Wren firmly shook his head and gripped Throttle's lower arm.
"NO, keep it a secret," Wren hissed in boyish delight, to which Throttle slowed his roll and softened his gaze into Wren's eyes. Wren shook his head in continuing excitement and beamed Throttle a smile of devious scheming, "... We could have some fun with this."
"We could prank everyone left and right," Throttle urgently agreed, he narrowed his gaze in youthful excitement and beamed the widest, most genuine smile Wren had ever seen in his life, "No one would have a SINGLE clue as to what's going on... Oh, User, we gotta come up with a strategy."
"You're speakin' my language," Wren barked in entire excitement as Throttle suddenly jolted to get off the bed, Wren could hardly scramble fast enough to keep up, and as Throttle set the glass back down on the night stand, Wren skipped a few times to catch up to Throttle's quickening pace, "We should start with Berri first."
"Ooo, Berri and Turbo," Throttle gasped in excitement as he whirled around and pointed up, as if to have a light-bulb kind of moment. He beamed a devious smile and reached his hand out dramatically, and with such, a dark grey t-shirt, slopped in his still opened dresser drawers, suddenly flung in his direction and flopped into his open hand. He lazily twirled his shirt once or twice before he begun to put it on, once and for all, "Line up an instance to where they're shoved into a closet together, or something."
"And lock it," Wren urgently bobbed a nod, though he outstretched both of his hands and aimed his fresh, uneducated powers right for Throttle's body; Throttle widened his eyes in nervous, protesting surprise, and before he could get anything out, he suddenly was tripping over his own feet. In a gentle smush of both boy's bodies, Throttle slumped into Wren in a firm shove of deep grunts, and as Throttle caught his footing, he finally smirked down to Wren in cheeky delight and draped his lazy arms over the tops of Wren's shoulders. With the top of Wren's head coming barely to Throttle's chin, Wren carefully held Throttle's sides, to steady him, and peered up to him with a waggle of his eyebrows, "How pissed do you think they'd be?"
"Very," Throttle fingered his lip and looked about in continued, devious delight, a swathe of boyish fun easily soaked his coding, and although Wren was eagerly playing along, his patience had extended tenfold, a wise soak of Throttle's coding that very easily balanced both boys out int now well-rounded, fresh beings. Throttle gave Wren a creepy, teasing look of his glowing eyes and beamed a scheming smile, "It'll be our little secret."
"For how long?" Wren grunted with a small laugh as he lovingly wrapped his arms about Throttle's middle and now warmly relished in this brand new spark of matured love they easily sagged into, "Surely someone's going to discover that we're messing around... Both in and out of the bedroom, mind you."
"Whatever, once they find out, then it'll still be fun," Throttle shrugged, though Wren cocked an eyebrow and gave Throttle a teasingly serious glower of a smile.
"Yeah, until my dad catches wind," Wren mumbled, and with such a sag of words, Throttle froze in a pin-prickled sting of realization. Wren choked a sudden laugh, causing Throttle to flinch in now boyish nervousness, the glow in his eyes easily dimmed to growing terror, "Yeah, you might... Want to get with Orph, on that one. Orph and Penny were an item before Orph could really get dad's blessing."
"Shit... And here I am, doing the same exact thing, and then some," Throttle worried as he shook his head, "I-I meant no disrespect, this just... A-All happened... So fast."
"Well, dad really loves Turbo, and... In turn, likely loves the crap outta you," Wren shrugged, "I never properly told dad that you and I were even dating, but, I think he KNOWS about us-"
"I'm screwed," Throttle choked in dull nervousness as he looked off, though he flinched, once more, as Wren blurt a soft laugh.
"No you're not," Wren huffed and shook his head with a loving smile, "If it'll make you feel better, we can talk to my dad together."
"You think he'd take it well?" Throttle pressed nervously, the boyish excitement in his coding now easily masked by the decades of worry that had his mainframe under lock down.
"There's only one way to find out," Wren chimed in forced positivity, though both boys grit their teeth into smiles of well-concealed terror.
