Disclaimer: Sky High the Movie and it's characters do not belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own pleasure and making no money out of this.
Disclaimer 2: Some things in my fic I have borrowed from other Sky High writers. In this chapter it is Warren's girlfriend's name - Beth. I can't find the story which I got it from right now, but when I manage to find it, I'll name it here (because I remeber I liked this story a lot and it's one I'd really like to recommend). It seems I will have to start going through the Sky High section of the notes:
1. This story was written because every pairing needs a „We must have sex with each-other or else we'll die" fic. To my deepest sorrow I have yet to find one with Warren/Will, so I wrote it myself.
2. This fic is not a parody, but you can't take it too seriously either.
3. I like Terry Pratchett. The word „thaumic" is my tribute to his work. The explanation is crazy enough.
4. Fic is in three parts, is completed, but I will post it in three chapter as I want to edit it some more.
5. Fic is spellchecked, but not betaed. If you find any mistakes, please point them out and I'll fix them. Thank you
6. Reviewing is always welcome.
7. Sorry if you waited for a long and detailed sex scene. I really can't write sex, so I usually do some creeping around the issue – let the picture fade into balck and so. Since I couldn't quite do it in this fic – well, I tried to write. But, as you can see, I still managed to do some creeping.
Title: Thaumic Resonance
Author: LadyBird
Fandom: Sky High
Pairing: Warren/Will
Rating: M (to be safe)
Warnings: slash, drama, angst, mentions of killing, and yes, sex
I had fun writing it, hopefully you will have fun reading it.
Read at your own risk!
Thaumic Resonance
Part Two : Question of Experience
For couple of impossibly long seconds it seemed that Will had not understood, had not caught what Warren was proposing. And the thought of explaining to Will what he'd meant, what he'd considered, made Warren freeze inside. For some reason the idea of telling Will that he'd considered… them having… doing… whatever, seemed unacceptable, although only a minute ago it had looked like their best chance to survive – or even escape.
Luckily Warren didn't have to. It seemed Mr. Boy was still upholding his duties in educating the new generation of heroes and sidekicks in safe sex. After staring at Warren with astonished expression Will closed his mouth, swallowed, and then opened it again to ask:
"Are you proposing what I think you are?"
The idea seemed worse and worse. Will's question was the final straw. Warren regretted saying anything more with each second.
"Depends on what you think," he snapped, and then pulled back immediately.
"Sorry, it wasn't… Look, it's a bad idea. I just thought that… Forget I said anything, I…"
"No! No," Will was apparently getting more adept at interrupting Warren.
"No, actually it's…" Will looked like he was really not sure what to say.
"It's kind of… not bad idea." He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them to look right into Warren's.
"Actually, I think your idea is the best chance we have. I guess it's decided, then. So, who's going to… ah…"
Will stumbled, clearly searching for the right – or possibly acceptable in this situation – words.
"Erm… Who's going to, you know, do the other?" Will's face was very red.
Warren knew the idea, despite Will accepting it so easily, was still very bad – but he also knew that he'd already agreed to it in his mind or else he'd never said anything out loud. And, even if it was a bad idea, Will was right about it being their best chance. They'd already tried everything else they could think of in the four days they'd sat together in this cell and their time was running out fast. So…
Will was agreeing to Warren's plan. But his question raised another problem. Aware of Will's anxious eyes on him, Warren took his time to think. Considering all the issues, there was a possibility of things going really wrong, even with their powers bound. And considering the lack of instructions and basic supplies – not that Warren had ever thought about sex between, well, since it was Will and him, between men, but jokes and insults and gossip and TV, let's not forget TV, gave him at least some kind of idea what to do – or expect. It might be better if he was in the position to control what was going on… But the idea of all this, for Warren, was to avoid hurting Will. In any way.
"I think it's better if you do it to me," he finally offered.
Will looked baffled. And more than a little scared.
"But I could hurt you! I don't know a thing about… I've never even thought about…" Will gestured vaguely with his hands, "about… with another boy. Or with you… Not that you're not a boy, that is… I mean you're a boy… and I don't know how to – oh fuck, I've never had sex with a girl, never mind a…" He stopped, looking helplessly up at Warren. It was really strange to see Will looking helpless. Even when he'd had a row with Layla and his friends over the whole Royal Pain and hero-sidekick situation last year, Will hadn't looked helpless. Confused, yes, and regretful and, later, determined. But not helpless. However, Warren guessed this situation was totally outside Will's area of experience.
Trouble was…
"And what makes you think I know anything about it?"
"But you should know something – I mean, you and Beth…" Will seemed to not know how to finish his sentence.
Too bad Warren wasn't feeling especially helpful at the moment. This was totally outside his area of experience, too.
"Beth and I what?"
"You dated and… stuff." Articulation was, from time to time, not among Will's strong points.
"You and Flower Girl date and stuff, too," Warren pointed out.
"But we just hold hands and kiss!" Will looked like he was bothered by the fact that somebody might have thought he and his girlfriend had done something more serious. Warren thought it was probably Jetstream's influence. Raising a gentleman and all that.
"Well, Beth and I only held hands and kissed, too. Although considering our current situation it seems I should have pushed for more." He might have overdone with sarcasm once again, but in Warren's opinion it was totally justified. Their situation had gotten so desperate it went smoothly over into hysterical and came out on the other side as funny. Like "Funny", but still.
Will seemed to be sharing Warren's observation.
"Sleeping with your girlfriend so that when a crazy supervillain kidnaps you and your best friend, and you have to have sex with said friend to save your lives, you would already have some experience at sex? That would be a nice thing to tell your girlfriend to convince her to put out, right?"
The completely serious tone and expression this was said with was too much for Warren. He collapsed on the floor laughing hysterically. Will looked at him for some moments, and then decided to join in.
The world was clearly not only crazy but wearing a rainbow-colored straightjacket proudly.
When they finally calmed down, Warren was laying on his back, looking at the ceiling.
"This is still a bad idea," he commented.
"Yes," Will agreed, turning over and rising on his elbow so he was looking down at Warren. "But it seems to be the only one we can think of."
Instead of the musty ceiling Warren now found himself staring into Will's face.
"We're going to have so many issues if we do this." For some reason Warren was feeling kind of giddy and breathless.
"But we'll be alive to have those issues. And we'll get over them together, right?"
Will appeared both hopeful and unsure. As if hearing assurance from Warren was the most important thing in his life. Which it was, in a way. And there was no way Warren was going to destroy Will's hope.
So Warren found in himself the strength to smile.
"You sure?" he asked – and those words suddenly meant so much more than the simple sum of them.
Will touched Warren's shoulder with his hand.
"Yes," he said, and then smiled nervously.
"So now what?"
The question of mechanics took some time to sort out. Well, what goes where was more or less clear. Much bigger problem was how – and Warren had never thought there might come a day when he'd bless the Terrible Duo (name given by Coach Boomer) of Zack and Ethan and their unholy fascination with the TV series called Queer as Folk. Not that either Zack or Ethan had any personal interest in gay culture – Zack had finally convinced Magenta to consider him as a possible boyfriend, and Ethan, when not occupied by studying, extra credit projects, personal research and arguing with Zack, eyed girls with considerable interest (actually, he eyed their breasts, but well – parts of girls).
It was just that Queer as Folk offered a never-ending chance to loudly discuss the show – and everything seen on it – in strategically chosen places, making both teachers (although not all – Principal Powers had remarked she found Gus adorable) and some schoolmates very flustered – or sometimes down right angry. Since everybody else followed the unrolling of events with barely concealed laughter and interest in what-are-they-going-to-say-this-time-and-what-will-happen-then? the entertainment was always ensured. Zack and Ethan thought all of it was great. And it had made them quite popular in school.
So, some things Warren and Will knew.
The question of lube was solved by the process of elimination – spit? blood?
"My semen," Warren finally said, feeling even his shoulders heat up, not to mention his face.
"It should work and I might be – should be – more relaxed after I've come."
"Let me," Will said quietly and did it, his hands first uncertain and then braver, and Warren could feel Will's eyes on him all the while, even after he closed his own eyes, gave in to the feeling, trembled and came with an involuntary gasp.
The act itself was rather… uncomfortable for Warren, but he gave his best not to show it, because Will would have stopped otherwise and in no ways was Warren going to risk that. Still, there was something about feeling Will deep in his body, and Warren suspected, somewhere at the back of his mind, that in other circumstances all this might have been actually quite…nice.
Will didn't last long. In Warren's opinion it was rather a good thing. But out of all the things that happened that night, what Warren remembered best, even years later, was when Will stilled, rested his forehead against Warren's and whispered:
"I do care about you."
And it was suddenly much easier to relax, to let Will deeper, unclench his teeth and give the answer that Warren now knew was entirely true:
"Me too."
Hearing that Will kissed Warren and kissing was something they both knew how to do, kissing and hand holding…
And things were suddenly not so bad after all.