Forest: Chapter Two; The Commander ii

Okay, chap two for you all, whoever's reading this. It's a piece to go along with the first chapter, which was just dialoge, while this has no dialouge.

Hope it isn't confusing; if it is, let me know! (Also; sorry for the shortness of it.)

There is the small sound of the beanbag in Will's room protesting as Warrens' wieght crawls onto it as well. Skin touches skin, and then tings start happening, quietly as they can.

There is a dull 'fwap' as Warrens' shirt - a dark maroon, with black hem - is flung, carelessly, by a super-strength hand; it lands on top of the lamp, nearly knocking it over.

A belt soon follows, teasing words and fingers and reminders to be quiet following.

Then, Warren's head jerks up from where it was worrying the skin on Will's neck, and both stop breathing, Will murmering confused questions at his pyrotechnic, who explains and they both scramble to find their missing bits of attire - the lamp is nearly knocked over again in haste, and Will only has time to shove his belt into his cloest and half-fly towards his beanbag before his dad opens the door.

Both boys pretend to not have been entirely too panicked that he was coming up the stiars to 'cehck up on them', and the Commander doesn't say anything about the red spot he can see on his sons' neck, or the fact that Warren has his shirt on backwards, rather rumpled.

he fiegns innocence, smiling and nodding and asking if the two are having fun, though he is certian they were, just not in the way that they think he thinks.

And they nod, and try not to seem too eager to see him go, or too grateful that he didn't ask why the door was closed and the shutters mostly drawn.

The Commander also turned a blind eye to the insolent way his sons' friend answered him; he might have been prejudiced against the boy, but -- well, he was working on it, but Warren wasn't making it as easy as anybody would have liked. It was his nature, of course - the Commander was almost sure he did it just to do it. Of course, if he was messing around with Will - and that thought made him wince, good Lord! - just to mess with him, well...the Commander was almost entirely sure he could, actually, get away with murder.

Of course, as he left and heard the two argue under their breath, Steve decided to let the grave-digging thoughts go, and focused instead on finding his car keys. Not that he and Josie couldn't have flown, but it was a civilian thing, and...well, cars were civilian, he supposed.

Due to his oned senses - and some large dose of fatherly suspicion - as he waited for his wife to grab her purse, Steve couldn't help but notice the curtain at his sons' bedroom window twitch far enough to the side for his boy to peek out said window. As Jetstream got in - giving him a peck on the cheek, and a warm smile - the Commander had to use all of his willpower to not meet his sons' peeking eyes and concentrated, instead, on getting the car out of the driveway.

There was the crunch on gravel, heard faintly through the window, as Will's parents went to their party, or whatever it was. Both boys breathed a sigh of relief; thanking God that Wills' dad wasn't as observant as the news seemed to think.

Or so Will thought, before Warrens' scoffing, annoyed voice met his ears. The two argue for a bit, still quiet, though they had no need to be.

The two's insults, when they finish arguing, are rote, with no menace or real insult behind them, and after a few moments of heavy petting, Will murmers what his heart feels, and Warren - as eloquent as ever - returns the favor.