Warnings: Slash (Colt/Punk, Hacksaw/Piper), AU setting, Profanity, Smut.
The sun streaming through the cheap curtains, the warm rays battering against his eyelids rouses Phil from his sleep. He's surprised to find that his head feels weirdly clear, he'd expected sleeping with someone other than Scott's block in place to feel weird, but it feels strangle normal and that surprises him greatly. Yet, he's even more surprised by the fact there's something warm and heavy resting on his back, something gloriously familiar.
"Told you, you had till the weekend till I came and got you." A shiver runs down Phil's spine at the sound of Scott's voice, soft, a little rough around the edges, and right in his ear.
"You did." Phil lies still, enjoying the weight pressing him down against the bed, enjoying the warmth of Scott's body against his own, over their link is nothing but the melodic hum of Scott's contented thoughts, and a warm, syrupy feeling. 'When did you get here?'
'Last night... Bout twelveish.' Scott squeezes him tightly then rolls to lie his back, pulling Phil over to rest on top of him. "I told you to not be gone again." His voice is oddly rough, the look in his eyes hard, and it makes Phil feel too hot, makes his skin feel three sizes too small. "Here... This is where you belong."
"In a cheap motel bed?" Phil laughs, trying to pull away, he's not sure he can take that intense stare from Scott too much longer, he feels uncomfortably fidgety, feels uncomfortably out of his depth.
'With me.' The almost growl of Scott's voice sends another shiver up Phil's spine, and he shrugs vaguely, not really sure what to do with himself. There's a large part of him that wants to cuddle up to Scott's side and not move for a good few hours, but there's the timid, childish part of him that wants to pull away and hide. He wisely ignores that part though, the way Scott's holding him, he's not certain he could leave this embrace, even if he wanted to, and really, the last thing he wants is to leave Scott's arms. A week apart, a week without Scott, that's more than enough time alone, now alls he wants to be cuddled, held safe and warm.
'If I'm gone, I'll come back.' He settles more comfortably on top of Scott, and closes his eyes, the link filled with sweet, tender emotion. 'Nothing'll keep me gone long, not even me.' He presses a very small, very timid kiss to Scott's chest, the fabric of his shirt rough against his lips. "Promise."
"Good." A firm kiss is pressed to his hair, and Scott's hands slowly start stroking down his back, something odd, but pleasant is ebbing softly from Scott over their link. 'The other night... What were you thinking about?' There's a hint of hunger in Scott's voice, as his hands get a little bolder, one slipping under Phil's shirt to caress his skin. It's maybe a little fast, and feels maybe a little too much, but these touches do feel good, impossibly good, and Phil wants more of them.
'When?' Phil swallows nervously, Scott's words making him panic, but the gentle touches are calming him down, making him feel at odds with himself, but then there's no one on the planet more capable of making Phil feel more confused and bewildered than Scott.
'Monday... It sounded good.' Scott's other hand slips under the waistband of his pants, and rests on his boxer-clad ass, squeezing ever so slightly, his lips press another barely there kiss to Phil's hair. 'Sounded like something I wanna watch.' Phil raises his head, and with a burst of courage, he leans forward to kiss Scott, his hands tentatively moving into Scott's hair, his lips part a little and he laps very carefully at Scott's bottom lip. Scott's hands squeeze him tightly, a quiet moan escaping him.
'I... It was an experiment.' Phil manages before Scott's lips part and his tongue brushes against Phil's, encouraging him to explore his mouth the same way Scott has his. It's possibly even worse than the first kiss Phil gave him, but there's a slightly dazed, very content look in Scott's eyes and an ever so slightly smug smile on his lips when Phil breaks the kiss. "I wanted to know what would happen when I..." Phil glances away, embarrassment filling him, his own inexperience feeling desperately crippling in that moment. There's no eloquent way to tell Scott that he'd overheard Phil jerking off for the first time, there's no way to make that sound less childishly immature, so he stares fixedly at anything but Scott, filled with the futile hope that Scott will let this go.
'Felt good from this side, my little punk.' Scott starts lapping behind Phil's ear, there's no way being licked should feel this good, but the little swipes of Scott's tongue over the surprisingly sensitive skin draws a quiet moan from Phil. Scott chuckles softly, the sound so very loud in Phil's ear, his hands still stroking and squeezing Phil's back and ass, leaving him torn between offering more of his neck to Scott, or pressing back into the gentle caresses. 'Wanna make you come so bad... Wanna see you.' Phil shivers at Scott's words, a blush on his cheeks. The thought of Scott touching him so intimately, the thought of him bringing Phil to completion excites him more than it possibly should. 'Can I?' Phil stares at him, not sure what to say, not sure what to do. He feels painfully out of his depth, desperate for Scott to take control of this unfamiliar situation, and guide him through it.
"I..." He starts, but the words die on his tongue, and he stares at Scott, pleading with him to give him something, some kind of guidance, some kind of cue, some kind of something to let him know what to do, anything to give him some reference point with this.
"It's okay to say no, Phil. If you're not ready, if you don't want this, tell me to stop." Scott smiles softly. He moves Phil from on top of him, and lies on his side, stroking Phil's cheek gently, watching him with a look curiously close to adoration. "I'll always stop for you."
'It's not that... I do... I think I do, probably at least...' Phil glances away, staring at the ceiling, feeling Scott's eyes on his face. He's grimly certain he's bleeding uncertain nervousness over their link, and the idea makes him painfully uncomfortable.
"Probably isn't good enough, Phil." Scott says softly, and presses a kiss to Phil's cheek. 'Nowhere near good enough.' Phil closes his eyes, in his mind he can feel Scott's hands on his body, can feel his lips against his own. He definitely wants more of that, definitely wants more memories of Scott's hands on him, and that thought alone galvanises him. He sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.
"Slow... If... If it's too much, I'll tell you, okay?" This is one of those times Phil wishes he had a better handle on his voice, it sounds so incredibly timid, like a nervous virgin with their first lover. He staunchly ignores that part of him that's loudly crowing that that is exactly what he is. Scott smiles at him, his hand cupping Phil's cheek, his eyes not straying from his face despite the extra uncovered flesh.
"You sure?" Scott sounds just as timid as Phil though, just as uncertain, something impossibly nervous bleeds over their link. Phil nods, and wraps his arms around Scott's neck. He's surprised to say the least, Scott has always seemed so sure, so confident when it comes to intimacy between them, to see him being even half as nervous as Phil is a welcome shock.
'I'm sure, kiss me.' Phil's grateful that at least his mental voice is sure of itself, firm in its convictions, not hopelessly small and nervous. That they're both worried, that they're both not entirely certain of what to do, it somehow makes Phil feel better, makes him feel less like a child being led, more like equals. The press of Scott's lips against his own is tentative, timid almost, gently coaxing Phil into kissing back, rather than passively being kissed. He thinks he's improving when it comes to kissing, he thinks he's getting better at it, especially when Scott pulls away from him, his lips glistening with Phil's saliva, that dazedly content look on his face once more.
"You're getting good at this." He grins and pushes at Phil's shoulders, pressing him onto his back, smiling down at him.
"Hmm... Well, practice makes perfect right?" Phil makes a grab for Scott, but his power forces Phil to lie still as he pulls his own shirt off, and then settles over Phil, kissing him again.
'That it does. This okay? Not too fast, not too much?' Scott sounds incredibly worried, but this being too much is the last thing on Phil's mind, all he's focused on is the press of skin against skin, the taste of Scott, his weight over him, and how close to perfect this all feels. 'Phil, you okay?'
'YES! I'm okay! Very okay... Very, very okay. Now stop talking and kiss me.' The light tug he gives Scott's hair seems to have an interesting, and unexpected effect. A low rumble of a noise escapes him, and he swaps positions, so that Phil is over him once more. Scott's hands move along his back, touching him with alternating soft strokes and firmer almost kneading ones. When one hand slips under Phil's pants again, it dips beneath his boxers, to caress the bare skin of his ass. He breaks the kiss with a soft moan, his eyes drifting closed, his face tucked against the side of Scott's neck.
'Too much?' It really must have taken a lot out of Scott, hiding all of his omnipresent concern for him for those few days earlier in the week. The thought of Scott being worried about worrying has Phil fighting back a giggle, because this isn't funny in the least, but his mind is slightly, ever so slightly, overloaded right now, and focussing is hard. He'd never considered the little dip at the base of his spine as particularly sensitive, but as Scott's fingers trail over it, he can feel little tingles building inside of him, and they make it very hard to think properly. 'This okay? Phil... An answer would be good bout now.' Scott starts kissing his throat, and Phil isn't sure how he's expected to answer when Scott keeps doing these unfair distracting things to him. Next time he's going to have to explain that if Scott wants him to be coherent there has to be no touching, especially no unfair teasingly perfect touching of him in unexpectedly sensitive places.
"Mmm... Yeah, it's good." He moans vaguely pressing back against Scott's hand, his eyes drifting closed once more. 'Feels nice.' Scott stops kissing his neck, and chuckles quietly.
'Want it to feel more than nice, my little punk.' Scott pushes at Phil's shoulder lightly, a smile on his face. 'Undress?' Tentative, and horribly nervous is how Scott sounds, but Phil isn't complaining, it makes him feel better to not be the only one of the two to feel so nervous about all this.
'I... I'm not...' Phil glances away, and sighs, sitting up. "No sex." He mumbles, a blush setting his cheeks ablaze, and Scott smiles gently at him, nodding slightly as Phil lies on his back, his fingers trailing over Phil's chest carefully, before a tight, almost distressed expression crosses his face.
'Too fast? Sorry, I'll get your shirt, we can-' Panic and concern, omnipresent glorious concern, floods the link, the expression on Scott's face doesn't change, and he moves to get off the bed. Phil grabs his arms, and pulls him back, pulls him to lie over Phil once more, their chests pressed together, Phil's legs wrapping around Scott's hips, clinging to him tightly.
'No fucking is all... I'm not ready for that, but whatever else it is you've got planned... I'm down for that.' Phil pulls him down for another kiss, trying to push his being okay with this on Scott through the link. A timidly sweet smile passes over Scott's face, and he returns the kiss, his arms scooping Phil up and holding him close. 'Help me, pants are complicated.' Attempting to open his pants one-handed is more than a little beyond Phil, and he pulls an exaggerated puppy face, only to receive a startled bark of laughter from Scott.
'Idiot.' The tone Scott uses is so impossibly fond, so ridiculously admiring, that the insult, the being laughed at is utterly forgotten in the face of what feels so very close to love. Phil's pants and underwear are removed quickly, leaving him dressed solely in his socks, leaving him feeling more than a little foolish. He'd like to take them off, but he's pinned to the bed by Scott's power, pinned on his back staring up at Scott, watching as his fingers twitch slightly, his eyes darting over Phil's skin, as though he can't decide where to look, where to touch first.
"Socks." Phil mutters, and Scott leans over, placing a kiss just under his belly button. 'Seriously, they come off or everything else goes back on.' Scott laughs at him, and blows a raspberry on his stomach, making Phil snort with amusement. He sends a sharp little sting of pain to Scott, he's serious in this more ridiculous thing, he's not letting Scott lay a hand on him with his socks still on, the idea is too weird for him.
"Brat." Scott mutters, rubbing his head slightly, a wry little smile on his lips. He tugs Phil's socks off, and tickles at his toes, smirking at the chipped polish on his toenails. 'Very pretty.' The soft kiss pressed against Phil's ankle has him gasping softly; it seems the most unlikely spots on his body are particularly sensitive to Scott's touch, more little lapping, nipping kisses are pressed to his ankle, and more gasping moans escape him.
"What?" Scott's stopped doing anything, he's sitting back on his haunches looking at Phil, staring at him, something odd in his eyes, the link brimming with that soft sweet emotion. "Seriously, what are you staring at?" He can't help but feel a little uncomfortable under that heavy gaze.
'Nothing...' Scott's hand trails down his chest, down his stomach, to his groin, fingers running through his pubic hair, tugging lightly. 'Nothing at all.' Scott smiles, and leans over to kiss him, his hand carefully cupping Phil's balls, squeezing and rolling them gently, his fingers cradling Phil's flesh with impossible care.
'I'm enough of a punk?' Phil laughs quietly, his hips rocking into Scott's hand, a little moan drawn from him as Scott takes hold of his cock, not stroking, just hold the slowly firming flesh.
"Exactly." Scott kisses the tip of Phil's nose and smiles down at him. 'But you know... you are alright looking... I've definitely seen worse.' Phil scowls at him, but it's lost rapidly as Scott strokes his cock slowly, his head falling back against the bed, his throat bared. 'Maybe a little more than alright looking, I'll concede.' Scott kisses him again, his tongue teasing Phil's own, coaxing him into letting go and kissing back with abandon. 'If I'm honest... You're beautiful... But don't let it go to your head.'
'You want... You want me to return the favour?' Phil quickly decides that there's no point in trying to fight the moans and desperate pants that keep escaping him. His mental voice is almost as lost as his actual one, but he wants to ask this question. Whilst he'd like the answer to be yes, he can already tell from the spike of odd disappointment and misery, that Scott's going to refuse him. He's going to need to have a cripplingly embarrassing conversation with Piper about biopaths and orgasms. The old man is going to be even more insufferable and smug once armed with knowledge.
"Phil... I can't..." A soft kiss is pressed to his temple, and Scott's hand speeds up. 'Let this be about you for now, okay? Later... Later, we can talk about receptacles.'
'Receptacles?' Phil stares at Scott, and an awkward smile bleeds over his lips, if he wasn't busy, he'd undoubtedly be rubbing the back of his neck. Phil laughs softly at him, his laugh lost to a moan as Scott strokes his cock more firmly, and his power sends little tingles through Phil's nipples.
"What do I mean?" A familiarly odd sheepishly contrite expression crosses his face, but there's something else coming over the link, something almost mischievous, something Phil doesn't recognise, but is more than a little interested in.
"Reciproca-ahh!" There's a sudden unexpected burst of pleasure deep inside Phil's body, making him arch his back, and thrust up into Scott's hand. "Fuck." He pants, his eyes drifting closed, as another wave of that strange, glorious pleasure ripples through him. 'What... What're you doing?' The strange wispy nature of his mental voice should annoy him vastly, and it would have were it not for the fact he's too lost in pleasure, too lost to focus on anything but how good this feels, and how happy Scott looks as he grins down at him, his free hand brushing Phil's hair from his forehead.
"Feels good right?" He sounds insufferably smug, and were Phil in his right frame of mind there would be some kind of retaliation for it, but all he can manage is a vague nod, and another buck of his hips into Scott's hand. 'Your prostate... You like it?' Another spike of pleasure, and more thrusting up into Scott's hand.
"Yeah... Fuck..." Phil's brain feels incredibly out of sorts, the pleasure of Scott's hand round his cock, and his gift manipulating his prostate is beyond anything Phil's ever felt before. Waves of pleasure rush over him, the soft spikes of it from deep inside of him, combining with the firm, tight strokes to his cock to make something impossibly good build inside of him. He has no frame of reference for this, nothing to compare it to, no sexual experience he's ever heard someone else have has felt half as good as this, even his own first masturbation session pales in comparison.
'That's it... Let go, Phil, lemme see you.' Scott leans forward and kisses him, his hand still moving over Phil's cock, the stimulation to his prostate still gentle, careful almost, as though Scott is trying to not overwhelm him. He's failing miserably, because Phil feels desperately overwhelmed, but the thought is sweet and counts for somethinf. Phil's breathing is almost nothing but desperate shallow pants, his hips moving with Scott's hand, his eyes half-lidded, staring up at him, watching something heavy with desire fill Scott's deep brown eyes, over their link is nothing but burning lust, deep seated and hungry, tempered by the sweet, syrupy emotion that Phil's beginning to think really has to be love,or at the very least something incredibly close to it.
'Scott...' Phil is genuinely surprised he's capable of forming words at this stage, he's so close to being overcome, so close to having no choice but to let this end, no matter how much he wants to revel in these sensations, at this rate sooner rather than later they're going to come to an end.
"You close?" Scott strokes his cheek gently, speeding up his hand's movements on Phil's cock, his thumb swiping the head gently, making Phil's hips thrust up into his hand again. Phil manages a vague indistinct moan, his eyes closing, his head pressing down against the mattress as his back arches again. "You gonna come, Phil?" Another deep, intense kiss from Scott and Phil pulls away with a moan. Scott's gift is pressing more firmly against his prostate; the sensation is almost too much to be pleasurable.
"Please." Phil moans softly, eyes barely opened, little more than slits, sweat forming on his brow. He doesn't mean for it to, but his power is slipping away from him, letting him see how he looks from Scott's point of view. His hair clinging to the sweat on his skin, a flush on his cheeks, his chest raising and falling rapidly, his eyes tiny slivers of bright green. In Scott's mind, he's beautiful, and even with his power withdrawn, clawed back desperately, he can still hear Scott's awe filled praise of his beauty trickle over their link. He closes his eyes, focussing on nothing but Scott, on his actions, the feeling of his body pressed against him, the perfect warmth of his presence in Phil's mind. There's an odd distracted moan from above him, and Phil opens his eyes, watching Scott, watching a blush blossoming on his cheeks, his stare heavy and hungry.
"Come for me, Phil..." 'Lemme see you come.' A single stroke more, a single press of Scott's power deep inside him, and Phil's loses himself in pleasure, trembling as his orgasm tears through him, his mind, his body aching for something more, burning with the need to somehow be even closer to Scott.
He's not too sure how long he lay there panting, trying to gather himself once more. He'd felt scattered after coming, felt shaken apart, and fragile. The gentle caresses Scott's giving his body are oddly grounding, curiously comforting in the wake of the all-encompassing pleasure he just experienced.
'Feels nice.' Phil moans softly, nuzzling at Scott's chest, resting his head on it, a contented little smile on his face.
"Hey... You okay?" Scott's staring down at him, his fingers running through Phil's hair, a soft look in his eyes, and a smile on his lips to match.
"Hmm? Maybe?" He smiles lazily up at Scott, feeling deeply sated, and fuzzily content, the feeling bleeding over their link is soft and warm, lulling in its gentleness, he could quite happily fall back asleep right then.
"Maybe?" He chuckles softly, kissing Phil's forehead. "Maybe, he says... You look fine to me." He wraps his arms around Phil tightly, kissing his hair again. 'More than fine.' Being wrapped up with Scott like this is something Phil's sick of denying himself, being away from Scott this last week hasn't helped him in the least, he might have some new tricks up his sleeve, but all the tricks in the World are nothing without Scott beside him. Nothing, not even himself, is going to keep him from Scott again, not now, not ever. Scott was right. Together, is where they belong, it's exactly where Phil belongs, it's exactly where Scott belongs, and nothing will keep them apart for long. Phil can't shake the slight feeling that this might be something he's going to regret realising, because reality does seem to enjoy pissing him off, but in the end, he knows even if he's torn from them, he'll find his way back to Scott's arms.
'I'm tired...' Phil yawns, stretching slightly. ' Still...' He yawns once more. 'Remind me not to be pissy and go storming off in a mood again.' Phil snuggles up to Scott, enjoying the fact that the only thoughts he can hear are the melodic humming of Scott's, the block keeping him from having to deal with the rest of the World, leaving him to enjoy what is rapidly becoming his favourite thing to do.
'You stormed off? I didn't notice... Was more of a skulk I think.' Scott laughs softly, and kisses Phil's hair. "C'mon, get up." He pulls away from Phil, and stands, tossing his discarded clothes back to him.
'It was a manly skulk at least...' Phil rubs his eyes, yawning again, and pulling his shirt over his head. 'Carry me? I'm tired.' Scott laughs at him, and the block fades. Clearly, Scott intends for Phil to remain awake during this trip home.
"Walk!" Scott taps him on the nose, a smile on his face. 'The car's like just outside.' He pulls a stern face, but relents soon enough and scoops Phil up, depositing him on the back seat of the car. 'Indulged, spoiled punk.'
'You're the one who indulges and spoils me. It's entirely your own fault if I'm either of those things.' Phil grins at him, and stretches, his legs poking out of the open car door.
"I'm going to imagine there was making up." Piper's leaning against the doorframe of his room, a mug in his hand, dressed in a tartan bathrobe, with a lazy smirk on his lips, and his hair in utter disarray.
'Asshole.' Phil smiles at the old man and he shrugs vaguely, the smirk doesn't shift, though Piper does set the mug down and attempts to bring order to his hair. 'But yes, there was lots of making up. Next week...'
'I'll be more than happy to impart my wisdom, kid.' Piper nods at Scott, and heads back inside. 'Remember to hide when you get home. Don't think the knight's mom would appreciate her son bringing home strange boys who smell like sex.' Phil blushes at Piper's words, and curls up in the back seat of the car, letting Scott close the door and start driving away. He hadn't considered Scott's family. Unlike Phil's they actually care about their youngest son, unlike Phil's they'll be interested to know he's got a whatever it is Phil is to Scott. He thinks maybe they might be dating, that they might be a couple, and he supposes that might make him Scott's boyfriend. 'Monday, after school, old man.' He's very proud that he managed to keep the embarrassment he feels out of his voice, though based on the way Piper's laughing, Phil assumes he can feel just how embarrassed he is, and he is embarrassed, though not at the thought of being Scott's boyfriend, but at something indistinct and vague that he doesn't really understand.
'Course, kid, Monday. Make sure the knight in shining armour goes easy on you.' Piper laughs again, and Phil frowns. He doesn't think there's too much danger Scott going hard on him. Scott brought him off, but never once did he seem interested in coming himself, he even declined Phil's offer of returning the favour, and he wanted to return it, wanted to see Scott enjoy himself as much as Phil did. 'For the love... Kid, think about it. You're meshed, your minds are basically one, and you control his thoughts, you don't want him to rip you to shreds? Don't let him.'
'What?' He really doesn't understand what Piper means. 'The body works faster than the mind...'
'And you're meshed with him, so...' Piper trails off, with a snort of laughter that mixes with something dangerously close to a moan. ' Fuck it. It's the weekend, kid. I'm not on the clock anymore. Monday.' The link to the old man is cut abruptly, Phil's certain that his biopath, he can't quite bring himself to call anyone Hacksaw, must have put a block in place, and really he's more than a little grateful for that. Old man sex isn't something he wants to think about after all. He stretches out on the back seat of the car and studies the car roof, his mind flitting from topic to topic.
"Don't you wanna come, Scott?" Really, Phil needs to stop letting things just tumble out like this, he needs to instigate some kind of brain to mouth filtering system. Scott laughs nervously, and glances at Phil in the rear view mirror.
"Phil..." 'I don't want to hurt you more than I could ever want to come.' He smiles awkwardly, and Phil shrugs. He thinks there might be a bit of training he and Scott have to work on to be able to manage this, but his conversation with Piper has inspired his next experiment. If nothing else, he's at very least giving Scott a hand job, it'd be rude not to, if he can keep Scott in check for that, then perhaps they can work their way up to more involved activities.
"We need to talk." Phil glances up at Scott, when they'd gotten back they'd taken turns to shower, Scott graciously letting Phil go first. Whilst Scott showered, Phil had wandered round the empty kitchen making sandwiches, carrying them back to Scott's room, grateful that it was still early enough for Scott's family to be asleep. He'd sat on the floor with a notebook, staring at a blank page, twisting a pen round and round, making vague scribbles until Scott came back. He'd sat on the end of the bed, wearing an odd expression, watching Phil and scrubbing at his hair with a towel.
"I know... There's a lot we need to talk about... It's been a busy week." Phil sets the notebook he'd been scribbling in aside, in it is the layout of Heyman's warehouse as he remembers it, he figured it would be useful to have a map, it'll help with planning how to get the kids out if nothing else.
"Lemme guess, the old telepath decided to give you some free training and more weird ass pep talks?" Scott smiles wryly. 'C'mere, you're too far away.' Phil almost laughs, he can see what Piper meant by possessive, but it's no hardship to go to Scott and let him cuddle him close, it's incredibly easy to let Scott hold him tight, it's super nice in fact.
"You got those too?" Honestly, it's more than nice being held by Scott, far more than merely nice; it's possibly the best thing that Phil's ever experienced, and he's not storming off in a mood again, there's no way he's being denied this utterly encouraged snuggling again.
"I did... Hack's a nice guy, bit weird... But really, there's not been much that hasn't been weird since I met you." Scott laughs, and Phil tenses up, trying to move out of Scott's arms. 'You, my scruffy punk, are the most flighty thing I've ever come across.' Scott flops backwards on the bed, pulling Phil with him, keeping Phil's head tucked under his chin.
'I'm not flighty, Colton.' Phil grumbles, letting Scott rearrange him into a more comfortable position for cuddling. 'I'm just...' Phil sighs, and pulls away from Scott, sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed, his chin in his palm. 'What are we?' Scott sits up slowly; looking at Phil likes he's grown three heads.
"Humans?" He quips, and catches Phil's free hand, lacing their fingers together. "You're mine... But what we are, what our relationship is... That's for you to decide." He smiles softly and kisses Phil's knuckles. 'What you chose, I'll go with.' The look in his eyes is so painfully earnest, every word he just said, he utterly means.
'So long as I'm yours?' Phil smirks and Scott laughs, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, that curiously adorable sheepish expression on his face. 'I've never been in a relationship before... No one's ever touched me the way you have.' He looks away, horribly embarrassed by this whole situation, and Scott's hand catches his chin, turning him back to meet that warm gaze once more.
"See, mine." There's a smug little smile on Scott's face, and he kisses Phil. The whole someone else's tongue in his mouth thing is still something Phil's getting used to, but he's enjoying it more each time. It'll take a while but eventually, he'll grow to love having Scott's tongue in his mouth, skimming over his teeth, sliding along his own tongue, lapping at his mouth like it was the most delicious thing on the planet. 'No one's touched you, cause you're not theirs to touch.' Scott sounds insufferably smug, and Phil pulls away from the kiss, a frown twisting his lips. "What?" There's a flicker of uncertainty in his voice, and more than a flicker of it in his eyes.
"Nothing..." It probably is nothing, but just as much as a part of Phil likes being claimed, there's another part that's proudly declaring its independence, and it feels threatened by the possessiveness in Scott. The fear of being lost carries over into a fear of being consumed by a relationship so intense, and there's a part of Phil that's more than a little afraid in that moment.
"You're a horrible liar, you know that." Scott laughs, and tucks Phil's hair behind his ear, smiling at him, his eyes bright and happy. 'I'm yours just as much, if not more, you know that, right? This is your show, Phil. So long as you let me look after you, I'm happy.' The look on Scott's face, the earnest buzz over the link, there's no doubt in Phil's mind that Scott is telling him the truth, there's truly nothing he wants more than to be the one to guard and protect Phil. Piper's words, his assurances that getting their telepath is more than enough for a biopath seems incredibly true, and that's more than a little humbling.
'No...' Phil glances away again and sighs. 'Well, I'm pretty happy being looked after but... Look...' He flops down onto the bed, and wriggles over to rest his head on Scott's thigh. 'I don't want to be in charge, I got no clue what I'm doing...'
"You think I do? Pff... Phil, I'm as clueless as you are, well almost as clueless." Scott smiles down at him, the link flooded with that syrup sweet emotion. Part of Phil that wants to be offended and run, but the emotion filling the link has him rolling his eyes, and snuggling against Scott's thigh, a lazily contented smile on his lips. There's nothing malicious in Scott's words, nothing but that feeling that's so close to being love.
"Then, my dear Scott, we shall be clueless together." Phil laughs. 'Ask me to date you.' It really wasn't something he meant to say, but Phil's more than a little resigned to blurting out things at Scott, it's just going to happen no matter what he wants, and he's going to have to just deal with that. Scott blinks at him confusedly, his eyes wide, mouth gaping open slightly.
"Ask you out?" He smiles nervously, and leans over so that his nose brushes Phil's. "Go out with me? Be mine." Phil smiles up at him, something weirdly excited settles in his stomach as he nods. At least one of his many problems to be considered has been resolved, somewhat at least, and he can add first boyfriend to the list of firsts Scott has from him.
"So, if I bump into Amy again, can I tell her I'm your boyfriend this time?" The time when he feels fully confident in himself, fully confident in Scott, can't come soon enough for Phil, this constant niggling need for reassurance is getting old. He can only hope that sooner rather than later he'll grow out of this childish need to have someone tell him that things are oaky, that he's not assuming too much, or hoping for what he can't have. The smile on Scott's face implies that more than a little of Phil' self-doubt and worry is bleeding over their link.
"Again?" 'Idiot, you can tell everyone we meet we're dating if you want. Hell, you wanna post it on the Internet? Update your Facebook status?' Scott's fingers run absently through Phil's hair, a lazily contented smile on his lips. Over the link is something bright, something warm, something that Phil is certain he's never felt between two other people. This feeling is special, it's unique, it's only between Scott and himself. There's a tiny little part of him that's laughing, that's pointing out that anyone who's in love thinks like this, but Phil ignores it studiously.
"Last Sunday, I bumped into her at the diner... She volunteered her services." Phi tries to shrug, but it's awkward to pull off lying down. 'Really? Hmm... I don't think so, I don't have Facebook for a start.'
"In what capacity?" Something odd creeps into Scott's tone, and Phil as to bite back a bark of laughter. There's a tiny hint of jealousy that he spoke to some girl, Piper really wasn't lying about the possessiveness of biopaths. 'Hmm... Well... You can still tell people... If you want to at least. Can I?'
"Her heavy lifting skills. I think it might be a good idea to take her up on that, maybe at least." Phil stands and grabs the notebook. 'You want to tell people we're dating?' He tosses the notebook to Scott and starts pacing. "That's what's really there in that warehouse. I go no idea how to open the little cells, but if we can get her to pull the doors off... Well problem solved right?"
"I guess." There's an unimpressed frown on Scott's face. "How many guards?" He catches Phil's wrist and pulls him back down to the bed. 'I wanna tell everyone...'
"I'd say maybe twenty..." Phil takes the notepad back and jots down where he thinks he encountered guards, and where he saw them when he was in Lesnar's mind. "The office is up here, I guessing that'll be where Heyman and Lesnar will be." 'Hmm... Just update Facebook. Focus, Colton.' Phil grins at the contrite expression Scott's face, and he kisses the tip of Scott's nose, feeling kind of silly but smiling at the slight blush on Scott's cheeks.
"So." He clears his throat and looks pointedly at Phil. "Twenty drones, one creepy torturer doctor guy, Lesnar and Heyman... Against, one you, one me, and maybe an Amy... If she agrees..." Scott sighs, frowning. "I'm gonna have to learn some kind of crowd control, aren't I? If I can stop the drones, you can... I dunno, something telepath-y and cool."
"Knock them offline? Render them unconscious at least, I think." Phil shrugs, and smiles slightly. "Then Amy cracks open the cells and we hightail it outta there."
"That's a plan... I guess." Scott shrugs, and closes his eyes. 'The beginnings of one at least.'
'We still need to get Amy on board, see if Piper and his biopath know how to help her out, teach her some stuff...' Phil absently starts writing down the bare bones of their plan, and they are very much bare bones, this will need to be refined, but they have the beginnings, and that's more than they had at the start of the week.
'We need to think up some way to deal with Heyman and Lesnar too.' Scott sounds grimly resigned, his expression tightly miserable.
'More picking the brains of old men, I guess... Piper and Heyman have history... I'm sure of it.' Phil moves to sit by Scott, and tugs him closer, wrapping his arms around him. "We're smart, we'll think of something." He kisses Scott's hair, and squeezes him tightly, the start of a plan and each other, they've got infinitely more than they did at the start of the week.
"I'm beginning to think we're fucking stupid, but damn lucky, to be honest." Scott chuckles, and Phil snorts, rubbing Scott's shoulders gently, rather enjoying being the one in charge for a change, perhaps not in charge so much as being the one holding Scott, it's nice.
"Luck is for losers, and we, my dear Colt, are winners." He laughs; feeling more than a little confident. This plan is inelegant and raw, but that might work in their favour. Heyman will be expecting Piper to do something, not Phil and Scott; this might catch him by surprise.
"I'm sticking with idiots." Scott mumbles, nuzzling at Phil's throat, his tongue lapping behind Phil's ear again, drawing that shivering moan from Phil once more. 'Complete and utter morons, but I guess we've not fucked up yet, so maybe our winning streak'll hold a while longer... And what the fuck is with Colt?'
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