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Warren sighed, gazing absently out of the window of their motel room at the torrential down pour going on out side.

"Something wrong?" Logan asked, watching Warren in the mirror.

It was late afternoon, but they'd been driving for most of the night the night before, so Logan had been asleep most of the day. He was now shaving, getting ready to go out to… whatever it was he did, Warren assumed.

"Nothing," he said quickly, but knowing Logan wouldn't accept that answer he continued, "I was just hoping I'd be able to go out flying today." He did that sometimes, when they were settled down and Logan was out, he'd go out for a fly. That was the one thing he missed in his new life, the chance to fly as much as he'd used to.

"You know, you still haven't taken me up," Logan said conversationally, drying his face and approaching Warren, grabbing his keys. He was about to leave. Warren hated it when he left, not that he said anything. He felt selfish for it, but he hated being alone. It had been two weeks since they'd left the institute now, the bruises on Warren's body had nearly faded, and still Warren was unable to escape certain parts of his old life, and when Logan was gone, he was left to nothing but his thoughts, and sometimes that could be a dangerous thing.

Logan picked up on Warren's glum expression. "The storm is supposed to clear up before too long. How about I finish this up quick and come home early and we can go flying together. How's that sound?"

Warren gave him a small smile and nodded. "Sounds good," he said quietly.

"Good," Logan said, kissing him gently and daringly holding the kiss for a moment longer than usual. Warren watching him through the window as he pulled away in the truck, then glanced up at the sky and prayed that the storm would clear up soon.

Several hours later Warren reclined on the bed, the remains of the pizza he'd had for dinner sitting beside him as he absently flipped through the channels on the TV. He jumped at nearly every sound from outside, hoping it was Logan returning.

Finally he settle on some old black and white romance movie and tried not to think too much. He must have dozed off as he woke with a start when Logan gently touched his shoulder. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and wondering what time it was. The movie, which had just been starting when he'd started watching it was running the ending credits and the clock on the bedside table said quarter to nine.

"I'm sorry that took so long," Logan said, running a hand through his hair tiredly, "And I'm afraid we'll have to stay here a little longer."

"It's alright," Warren said, giving him the gentle smile he always did.

"But on a brighter note, the storm's cleared up," Logan informed him. To Warren's joy he was right and the sky was now littered with stars.

"Do you still want to go up tonight?" Warren asked, subconsciously stretching his wings.

"If you'll still take me," Logan replied.

Warren grinned happily and stood, taking Logan's hand and leading him out of the motel room. They went out to a deserted alley behind the motel and Warren stopped, holding out his arms to Logan. "You'll have to hold on to me," he said, blushing a little.

"Are you sure you can carry me?" Logan asked, a bit dubiously as he eyed Warren's thin body.

Warren grinned, "Of course."

"All right then," Logan said, still not looking fully convinced, but stepping trustingly into Warren's embrace all the same.

Warren flexed his powerful wings and Logan closed his eyes against the downdraft from the movement. Then, with a swooping rush they were airborne. Warren felt his body relax into the familiar joy of flight as he soared higher.

Logan didn't open his eyes until they were far above the ground. He gazed down at the city lights passing below them in wonderment, enjoying the ride. The higher they went, the further away from the bright city lights, the brighter the stars became until they were surrounded by the beautiful celestial lights.

Warren seemed to be enjoying the flight too; Logan noticed when he glanced at the younger mutants face. And suddenly, despite the beauty of the scenery around them, Logan was unable to tear his eyes away from the sight was Warren's vague smile as his eyes drank in the sky, his wings moving automatically, pushing them higher and higher. It was the happiest Logan had ever seen him, and that alone was enough for Logan to wish it would never end.

But, as all good things do, it did end. Warren landed back in the alley they had started in, grinning ear to ear.

Logan couldn't stop himself from pausing to admire Warren for a moment. He seemed to be glowing in the moonlight, the flight having almost empowered him.

"Did you like it?" Warren asked. He was breathing heavily, but from happiness, not exertion.

Logan answered by sweeping the younger mutant into a passionate kiss. Warren gasped slightly in pleasure and melted into the kiss, eagerly returning it. Logan, not wanting to bring the night to ruin by going to far started to pull back, but to his surprise Warren daringly clung to him, even going so far as to run his tongue gently across Logan's lips.

Logan wonderingly obliged by opening his mouth and allowing Warren to enter. It was the longest kiss they had shared so far, but in the end Warren regretfully pulled away, blushing furiously.

There was a short, slightly awkward silence in which they smiled at each other, both out of breath.

"That made it even better," Logan whispered after a moment. Warren blushed harder.

Once back inside their room Logan quickly excused himself to the shower, where he made sure the temperature was as cold as it would go. Meanwhile Warren cleared away his pizza leftovers, going to take his own shower once Logan was done.

After they had both showered they curled up together in bed.

"That was really great," Logan whispered, wrapping his arm around Warren's waist. Warren blushed again.

"I'm glad you liked it," he whispered back. Logan laid a gentle kiss where Warren's wings met with his back.

"Goodnight," he breathed.

"Night," Warren murmured back, already falling away into a comfortable, peaceful sleep.