Warnings: Slash (Colt/Punk, Hacksaw/Piper), AU setting, Profanity, Smut.
'You sure you wanna go to school today, Punkers?' Scott wakes him up with a soft kiss, his finger trailing over Phil's forehead. 'You had the worst nightmares all night...' He leans down and kisses Phil again, before moving to lie beside him, his hand pressed against Phil's cheek. In all honesty, the very last thing Phil wants to do is get out of bed, but he knows that they have to, going to school is important, for reasons Phil's beginning to think are less and less relevant. There are things far more pressing for both Scott and himself than ensuring they get High School diplomas. It feels like their future might not feature jobs where a basic education is going to be overly important anyway, it feels like there might be more in store for both of them than nine to five's and a normal existence.
'Did I?' Phil genuinely can't remember if he had nightmares, he just remembers not being awake, it doesn't even really feel like he's been asleep, just like there's a chunk of time missing from his day. Now that he focuses on him, Scott looks terrible, dark smudges under his eyes, his skin almost sallow. 'I kept you awake?' Phil cups Scott's cheek, and frowns. As grateful as he is for the rest Scott gives him, if it disturbs Scott's own to this extent he's not sure he wants it.
'A little... I couldn't sleep anyways. It's not your fault, Punkers.' Scott reassures him, but it sounds hollow, and Phil scowls, getting out of bed to start dressing. 'What happened last night?' Phil laughs nervously, it's not the right time to explain what happened last night, he needs to think of the right words to explain, and to keep Scott from wanting to back out of helping those kids. Two assaults and this strange pulsing ball of black bile in Phil's brain aren't going to go in the favour of the kids with Scott. He needs to rationalise this all so that Scott accepts that it's not the kid's fault, he's untrained, and scared. The kid in that dark cell needs something light, something warm, something safe, something other than what he has. A light shining in the darkness. The kid's words sound familiar, the sound like something Phil's hear before, but he's not sure where, it's something that's going to annoy him until he has an answer.
'Later, I promise. I'll tell you everything later, Colt.' Phil pulls his shirt over his head, and smiles awkwardly at Scott, before busying himself with changing his pants.
'Later? When later? Now is later.' The link is brimming with aggrieved concern and worry. Scott wants, needs answers, but he's going to have to wait for later. Once they've finished with Piper for the day, then Phil will tell him everything, but not before.
'Later later.' Phil keeps his eyes downcast as he puts his sneakers on, trying very hard to ignore Scott staring at him. 'Get dressed, we need to go.' Phil stands, and is held in place by Scott's talent.
'You will tell me what happened last night, right? You're not going to avoid answering me are you?' Scott walks up to him, half dressed in clean clothes, his shirt still on the bed. "I want answers from you, my little Punk. No weaselling out of it, you got that Punkers?" Phil nods, he'd not been intending to weasel, not really, slant what happened to paint the kid in a softer light, but definitely not weasel. "Good." Scott kisses his forehead, and Phil can feel the block on his powers slip away, the rest of the World flooding back.
'Kid?' Piper's voice is a surprise, the man sounds far too awake and far too concerned. 'No skipping out this afternoon. I need to talk to you. Hack's gonna talk to your telekinetic friend, and you and me are gonna have a little chat. I wanna know what the fuck Heyman did to you last night.'
'We'll be there Piper, but it wasn't Heyman who attacked me last night.' Phil rubs his forehead, and Scott kisses him on it again.
"Tell Piper to fuck off, it's too early for him to be bothering you." He laughs, and Phil grins, giving Scott a quick tight hug.
'I've gotta get ready for school, at the park later?' Phil steps away from Scott, checking that everyone else in the house is still asleep, as good as the muffins were, he doesn't want this morning to be a repeat of yesterday.
'Sure thing kid. We've a lot to talk about.' Piper sounds distracted, and Phil imagines his biopath is complaining about being ignored. They're a demanding bunch after all, and his own is standing fully dressed, looking at him with an odd expression, something soft and warm.
'It's kind of scary, but cute how you look when you're talking to someone far away.' Scott's hand rests on Phil's cheek. 'It's like you're not really here... You look... Cute.' Phil rolls his eyes, and presses a kiss to Scott's palm.
'Sure, I look cute.' He chuckles, and Scott looks a little affronted, as though Phil's insulted him somehow.
'You've no idea, I could tell you all day every day till you die and you wouldn't get it, would you?' Scott catches Phil's shoulders and kisses him, all gentle lips and slow caresses with his tongue, the kind of kiss that mildly frazzles Phil's brain.
'Good thing too, I'm enough of a punk, aren't I?' Phil hopes that the heat he can feel in his cheeks isn't visible, because he feels like he's been sitting in front of a fire for a few hours.
"Very true, so the coast's clear?" Scott laughs, and Phil nods opening the door, and wandering down stairs to make breakfast.
Schools passes without incident, nothing out of the ordinary happens, and Phil's glad at least one thing in his life is reliably dull. It's not much, but it's nice to have something that's not a tangled mess of emotions and danger.
Scott and Amy meet him at the school gate. Amy's brain buzzing with over excitement, she's genuinely looking forward to learning how to use her power better, has weirdly convinced herself she's going to learn how to fly, and Phil can't help but laugh at the idea. He will concede that would be cool though, flying would be all kinds of fun.
"Hello." Scott greets him with a quick peck, Amy in the backseat is giggling to herself, her thoughts taking their familiar turn, and Phil shakes his head, tying his seat belt.
'On the bench, tell the knight to take your telekinetic to the other side of the park, Hack'll meet them and they can get started.' Piper sounds harried, like he's been doing something particularly stressful all day and Phil has to admit he's a little concerned. He's never really heard the old man sound anything other than calmly amused.
'Yeah, will do. You okay, old man?' He can't help but ask, it would be rude not too really.
'I'm fine, worry not kid.' Piper laughs, and Phil feels a little better, worrying about Piper is the last thing he needs, there's enough going on in the tangled mess of his life without the old man being more of a problem for him.
"You're meeting Hack on the opposite side of the park." At this Scott tenses, his hand tightening on the wheel.
"Who's Hack?" Amy asks, and Phil glances back at her.
"He's the guy who'll be training you." Scott tells her, his fingers drumming impatiently on the wheel, he still looks so tense and Phil wants to calm him down, the link is tense, almost vibrating with energy. He's not sure why, when he'd first got in the car, Scott had been fine, calm, happy, relaxed, he'd been fine when Phil'd been speaking to Piper this morning too. He can't work out what's happened in the intervening hours.
'You okay?' He sends as much calming, placating emotion over the link as he can, hoping to quell Scott's tension.
'I... Yeah, I'm good... Don't worry Punkers, I'm fine.' Scott doesn't look at him, his shoulders still tense, his knuckles slowly turning white on the wheel.
When they arrive at the park, Phil takes his normal path, watching Scott and Amy go in the opposite direction, something weird settles in his stomach, something he doesn't like, something he can't explain. The thoughts of the other people in the park think that Amy and Scott look like a good couple, a nice jock boy and a pretty girl, athletic enough to look like she's on the cheer team. The urge to send corrections to the people milling about is strong, and Phil has to stamp it down. He comes to the bench and sits, not really acknowledging Piper, instead grabbing the bag of bread that'd been sitting there, and starting feed his birds.
"So you wanna tell me what the hell happened yesterday, or do you wanna keep going with feeding the birds?" Piper raises an eyebrow, and Phil sighs, watching Piper sipping at his coffee. The old man looks haggard, rougher than usual, which is impressive because he usually looks pretty rough.
"I went to see Heyman." Phil stands and starts pacing. The link with Scott is trickling mild concern. He's not entirely sure what's causing it, and it's making him antsy, combining with the something that he thinks might be jealousy, which makes no sense, because Amy has a boyfriend and so does Scott. 'Calm down...' Phil mutters over the link, feeling a jolt of surprise.
'I am calm... You on the other hand are a bag of nerves, what's wrong? Piper being a dick?' Scott sounds amused, and Phil frowns. 'What? You're all... I don't have the words, but you're all something and it's not good.' Phil glances at Piper, who waves his hand.
'It's fine, finish up with him.' He chuckles,clearly realising that Phil's talking to Scott, and stretches out on the bench, his feet dangling off the end, making him look like a homeless man having a nap.
'I'm all what?' Phil's pretty certain he isn't nervous, he's something, but it's not nervous. Scott chuckles softly, and over the link is more concern.
'You're all... I don't know Punkers... I'm just worried. Something hurt you last night, something you won't tell me about, and the way I see it, one of two people hurt you, Heyman, or Piper, and you're sitting there with one of them...' Scott's anxiety increases, and Phil feels suddenly very guilty for fobbing Scott off when it came to answers, he should have explained at least a little this morning.
'It wasn't either of them... I... Do you remember the first time we went to the warehouse? Remember how I was gone?' He hopes telling Scott that it was one of the kids who'd hurt him won't put Scott off when it comes to helping them, because the kids need them to get them out of there. Where they go after that, Phil's not too sure, it probably going to have to be to Piper. 'Look, this isn't the time for this... Later, I promise.' Phil runs his hand through his hair, and kicks at Piper's ankle, making the old man grumble and sit up, letting Phil flop down onto the bench.
'I'm fucking holding you to this Philip. You're going to explain this shit to me.' Scott sounds so very annoyed, and Phil feels impossibly guilty, his Colt should not sound like this.
'I will, Colt.. I promise.' Phil sighs, and rubs his eyes, feeling so much more tired than when he'd first come to the park
'Punkers, be careful okay? I worry.' Scott chuckles softly, the concern over the link doesn't fade, but the anger does, leaving nothing but soft, warm concern.
'I know... I'm sorry.' Phil pulls himself from the conversation, paying attention to his surroundings once more.
"So what's wrong with the knight?" Piper asks, handing Phil a paper cup of coffee from the bag on the ground at his feet. Phil takes it from him, and watches the birds hopping and chirping around, their animalistic buzzing reminding him far too much of that kid's mind. He almost wants to chase them away, but instead he throws some bread down to them, their happy chirps drowning out the buzzing. "You've not told him anything have you?" Piper asks suddenly, and smacks Phil on the shoulder. "You're an utter idiot kid, you know that?" Phil sighs and nods, he's aware that he's perhaps not the smartest guy in the world at times.
"I know... I know..." He sips at his coffee and looks over at Piper hopefully.
"So, you want some answers from me, right?" Piper starts picking at the cup in his hands. "I don't blame you. I mean I've been doing a fine line in mysterious mentor as of late." He laughs, and tosses the cup away. "You asked me a bunch of stuff yesterday, and whilst most of its interesting, for a given value of interesting, it's not important." He leans back against the bench, his eyes closed. "The stuff with me and Heyman, it's not relevant, so forgive me for not answering it." He chuckles, and Phil frowns, trying to remember what he'd said to Piper yesterday, trying to remember what questions he thrown at him. All he can remember from that conversation is that Piper's shields had fractured, a tiny hairline fracture that's repaired now, his shields glass smooth and whole once more. "As for who I work for, honestly, it's not really important, but they're a private group... Lead by an old Visionary. The goal is to train and harness talents from around the World." Piper rubs his eyes and turns to Phil. "Visions change, but his never has, he believes it's an unavoidable certainty, so we're all working to achieve it."
"What's his vision?" Phil mutters, Piper looks even older than usual, like he needs to rest, like the World is getting too much for him. He snorts a laugh, and shakes his head.
"Plebs like me don't get to know that sort of thing... I'm working blind. My angle is real simple, Phil. All I want is to take you to be trained, once you're there you stop being my problem..." Piper sighs, and ruffles Phil's hair, an odd fondness in his eyes. "That's supposed to be my job, but I like you kid, you're a brat... Remind me of myself... I like the knight in shining armour. I wanna keep you guys, field train you. I get the feeling you'd do better with on the job training." Piper smiles, and Phil stares at him. "What? I know that you probably got a similar spiel from Heyman, but you're a talented little shit, kid. It's a hard thing to resist, moulding you into everything you could be... I told you that you were gonna cause a whole heap of problems for someone, and honestly you've already caused plenty for me." He laughs and folds his arms over his chest. Phil fidgets on the bench, not entirely sure what to make of what Piper just told him. Piper and Hacksaw work for a Visionary, with a secret vision that not even Piper knows, he wants to train Phil, not dusty book training but real practical training, he doesn't want to take Scott from him. It's very similar to the offer Heyman made to him, they've very similar motivation when it comes to Phil. It's a kind of miserable realisation that he's just a pawn in this game of chess, a pawn that both colours are looking to queen, and if he's honest, he's not sure which is the right side to choose. Piper and his working for someone he clearly doesn't much like or Heyman and his murky motives, his being comfortable with torture and abuse, and his old man, because Heyman's thoughts had featured an old man too.
"Who does Heyman work for?" Phil asks, the answer is something he needs to know, it's suddenly very important.
"Heyman? He... Look we don't really know who he's working for." Piper sighs again and Phil stares at him, utterly incredulous. "I know, okay... But we really don't know who they are, all we know is that it's not good. He and Lesnar do the same thing as me and Hack. Track down talents, talk to them, sign them up, and take them back to be trained, but you never see anyone they've recruited again." Phil stands again, pacing once more. Piper has no idea who Heyman works for, somehow he doesn't believe that, can't believe it, it's too unlikely to him. It's clearly something Piper doesn't want to share with him, possibly linked to whatever happened between the two of them.
"I don't believe you." Phil says plainly, and Piper laughs, shaking his head.
"I don't blame you, but I really don't know. If my employers know, it's above my pay grade." Piper laughs again and catches Phil's wrist pulling him to sit down once more. "The kids... My employer wants the Sequencer, that's it. The other two, he doesn't much care about, they're added bonuses, the shifter especially, he's strong, it'd be easy to find a job for him, the Eleven A, too many unknowns, too unpredictable, he's been marked as collateral if necessary." Piper looks annoyed, and Phil stares at him, shaking his wrist free from his grip. "Kids shouldn't be collateral, Phil." Piper turns to Phil, something painfully earnest on his face. "All three of them, okay?" Piper stands, and turns to Phil. "I don't know what or how you're planning on getting them out, but all three okay?" He pats Phil's shoulder. 'For what it's worth, I think you'll be able to do it, kid. Tomorrow, I got a few little tricks to show you, get a good night's sleep.'
"Thank you." Phil mutters standing, and watching Piper carefully, he looks distracted, unhappy.
'Tell Hack I need to talk to the old man, later kid.' Piper leaves, and Phil supposes he should go find the others, and pass on this little bit of information to Hack.
"You all done?" Phil asks, walking up to where Scott, Amy and Hacksaw are sitting. Amy's floating a leaf just above her head, a look of intense concentration on her face. Scott looks incredibly bored, but the link is filled with brooding worry, and Phil feels ridiculously guilty for being the cause of that worry.
"All done for the day, kid. Where's Pipes?" Hacksaw stands and pats Amy's shoulder, breaking her concentration, causing an avalanche of leaves to fall on her head.
"Ha... I guess I couldn't grab just one after all." She sounds tired, and Phil can't blame her, the first day of training he'd had from Piper had been exhausting, he can sympathise with her.
"Well, we'll try again tomorrow." Hack laughs at her and pulls her up out of her leaf pile. "Pipes, kid?" He turns back to Phil.
"Uh... He said he was going to talk to an old man?" Phil rubs the back of his neck, and smiles at Hack. "Not that I believe for one second there's a man alive older than him." Hack laughs and cuffs the back of Phil's head.
"Be nice... The miserable old bastard likes you. Remember what I said, Scott." A sharp stab of something close to guilt comes over the link at Hacksaw's words to Scott. Phil can't help but wonder what they'd been talking about, Scott's carefully not thinking about it, is carefully not paying any attention to any one of the three of them, instead concentrating on some jogger across the park, some jogger who's jogging in slow motion. "Stop playing with people and take your princess home." Hack laughs, before he leaves. Amy's mind is utterly flustered at that, she's convinced that Hacksaw thinks she and Scott are dating, and whilst she likes the idea of being a princess, she's sure that her boyfriend wouldn't appreciate her dating other boys, especially gay boys.
'Don't worry, he meant me.' Phil tells her, and she looks at him oddly.
"Oh... Right! Of course! So... I... Uh... I'll see you guys tomorrow." She gathers her book bag and shoots Scott an odd look, but all he does is nod at her. Phil gives her a quick hug. 'What's up with him? He's been in a mood all day... I'm worried.' She holds Phil just a little longer than he'd have wanted, squeezing him tightly.
'So's he.' Phil smiles at her, and steps away from her, taking a seat on the bench by Scott. "Same time tomorrow, Ms Dumas."
"Sure thing! See ya tomorrow, Philly, Scotty." She starts walking away, and yelps suddenly.
'Never, ever on the pain of death call me Philly again.' Phil snarls, and all he gets in response is a laugh. There are times he regrets not trying to find the telekinetic in the plaid shirt, that guy might have been way less hassle than Amy. Phil sighs, and leans against Scott, almost tumbling over when Scott immediately stands and starts walking away. "Hey! Wait up." Scott waits, but he still doesn't say anything, the link is utterly devoid of anything but a quiet hum, whatever is bothering Scott, he's keeping it to himself. Though, Phil thinks he might be more than part of the problem. He should have explained things a little earlier, should have possibly mentioned that this was second time he's been to Heyman's warehouse on his own; somehow he's managed to keep his dinner with Heyman to himself so far. He can imagine how Scott's going to react to this, can imagine the horrific tangle of emotions that'll be spewing over the link and he's not relishing the idea of it, but it'll be better than this oppressive silence.
The car ride is quiet, no matter how much Phil wants to start chattering, talking about what Piper told him, discussing what they're going to do after they free the kids, if they're even going to free them in the first place, he doesn't. A large part of Phil is convinced that Scott is going to blow up, and kick Phil out tonight. There's something heavy in the air, and he can't work out what it is or what's causing it. Yet for as heavy as the air feels, it's not uncomfortable, it's not as relaxed as it should be, but there's not an edge to it like the air that always hangs between Phil's parents, an air waiting to be filled volatile syllables and angry words. When they get home, Phil slinks to Scott's bedroom, not willing to hang around waiting, listening to Scott and his happy family, not whilst the mess of his own is in his mind.
"Okay, I've been plenty patient." Scott finally breaks the silence he's been maintaining the entire trip back to his parents' home. "Talk to me." He sits on the end of the bed and stares at Phil. The link is quiet, an odd air of expectancy coming over it.
"Okay... Okay..." Phil toes his shoes off and starts pacing, feeling nervous, like his skin is too small. The quiet suburb sounds entirely too loud, every thought of every person pouring into his head, making it too difficult to decide where to start explaining things to Scott. "So... I went to Heyman's warehouse last night..."
"I know." Scott sounds utterly unimpressed, all bristling, barely suppressed rage, the link is nothing but worry, and Phil wishes Scott were less adept at feeling too many contradictory things at once.
"I know you know... Lemme tell the story." Phil sighs, running a hand through his hair. "So I went to see Heyman to try and get a handle on him, I mean the last time I met him, he was... Different."
"Wait! Last time? This isn't the first time you've gone there? What the fuck Philip? Seriously... Do you even think before you do things?" Scott stands, and grabs Phil's wrist, pulling him close, his face in Phil's, fury in his eyes. "You do this fucking idiotic shit and you don't think to tell me, to fucking warn me, to ask me to come with you..." He trails off, glaring at Phil, his hand tightening around Phil's wrist, so tight Phil's sure he can feel his bones grinding together.
"Let me go." He says calmly, forcing it to be an order over their link, forcing Scott's hand to release his wrist. Scott looks surprised when his fingers loosen their hold. 'What? Didn't think I could stop you if I wanted to?' Phil laughs at him, and moves to perch on the windowsill, leaving Scott standing staring at the wall. "I'm not helpless, Scott..." Phil laughs, but it sounds wrong, far too bitter and far too jaded for someone as young as him. "Yes it was the second time I went to Heyman's warehouse on my own, and no I didn't tell you about the first time."
'You can stop me... You...' Scot turns to stare at him, his eyes wide, and suddenly a grin spreads over his lips. Phil suddenly realises what Piper meant about teenagers and being preoccupied. "Okay... So apparently unless I'm with you at all times, you'll do seriously dumb shit, noted." Scott laughs, and sits on the floor in front of Phil, staring up at him. "What happened the first time you went there on your own?"
"I met one of the kids..." Phil sighs, and rests his head against the window. "We spoke... He's a strange kid." A light shining in the darkness, Phil still can't think where he's heard those words before, and it's still annoying him.
"You were gone..." Scott has a thoughtful expression on his face. 'Not a telepath, neither of them...' Phil opens his eyes and watches realisation come over Scott. "That kid attacked you last night, and that time we were all in the warehouse." Phil nods, waiting for Scott to argue against helping the kids. It'll be harder with just him and Amy, but he thinks it'll be possible. Scott catches Phil's foot and tugs his sock off, drawing his attention back down to him. "This kid, is he hurting you on purpose or is he just-"
"Untrained, I think." Phil wriggles his bare toes, and laughs when Scott tickles them lightly. "He's not really what anyone seems to be interested in. They all want the Sequencer." Scott looks at him, absently pulling off Phil's other sock, confusion coming over the link. "They see the future, plan out how to get somewhere."
"I see. So there's one kid that keeps fucking with your head, another one who sees the future and..." He looks up at Phil, clearly expecting an answer on what the last kid can do.
"Shifter." Phil slides off the sill and wraps himself around Scott, his legs around his waist. "He changes shape."
"Sounds wonderful" Scott's arms wrap around him tightly, holding Phil close. 'The kid who keeps hurting you...' Scott kisses Phil's cheek gently, their link is filled with the warm, syrupy feeling of love, and Phil nuzzles against Scott.
'Don't change your mind, Colt... I need you with me on this.' Phil squeezes him tightly, feeling rather like a an anaconda trying to squeeze the life out of its prey, not that he wants to kill Scott, but it would be easier to pry a snake off than Phil right then.
'Idiot.' Scott laughs and squeezes back just as tightly, his arms holding Phil just as firmly. "I'm not going anywhere." He leans back, and looks at Phil. 'You really think I'd leave to do this on your own? You really think I could leave you?' Phil turns from him with a nervous laugh. "Punkers... You're an idiot." He laughs, and flops backwards, using his gift to rearrange Phil's body, leaving him on all fours over Scott. "I'm not leaving you... The only way I'll let you go is if you tell me to, I promise." He smiles, and Phil stares down, feeling incredibly out of his depth. Dedication, devotion, love, they're not something Phil's used to, not entirely sure he's comfortable with.
"I... Uh... I was telling you about last night." Phil mutters, settling against Scott's chest once the hold on his body is released. "The kid who attacked me, he says he doesn't feel pain." Phil snuggles against Scott; it's much easier to talk about the horrors of that kid's mind when he's safe in Scott's arms. "His arm's a mess." He sends an image of the ruined skin of the kid's arm to Scott, and feels revulsion and fury fill the link.
'Heyman's doing?' Scott asks, his hand coming to rest on the back of Phil's head, fingers gently scratching at his scalp.
'His orders for sure, but I doubt his doing. I don't think Heyman has the stomach for getting his hands dirty.' Phil nuzzles against Scott again, and listens to a laugh rumble in his chest. "Oh you know what I mean." He mutters, Scott had been picturing Heyman's rotund form, highlighting that he had plenty of stomach.
"I do, I do." Scott kisses his hair, and Phil lies still, listening to Scott's heartbeat. "There's a thing in your head... Like this little bundle of something that doesn't belong to you. It keeps trying to, I dunno, it's like a virus that keeps trying to install itself in your head." Scott kisses the top of Phil's head, his arms tightening around him. "I've been stopping it so far, but I was worried about my control slipping last night... I couldn't sleep." Phil lifts his head, and looks at Scott, a smile on his face. The kid's odd gift of his memories is proving to be a problem, and really, Phil would like to be rid of them, he can feel the poisonous little parcel sitting behind the wall Scott built around it, but the barrier seems to be holding, it seems strong.
"It was a present from the kid. His memories."
"Jesus... But they feel horrible. I'm not a telepath and I know they feel horrible." Scott scowls, and lets Phil go, squirming underneath him. 'Floor is fucking uncomfortable, there's this nice comfy bed we're just letting go to waste.' He stands and offers Phil a hand, pulling him to his feet. "Can you get rid of them?"
"No... Well maybe, but I've an idea for them. We need to deal with Heyman to get the kids out of that warehouse. I think this might be the perfect distraction for him." Phil flops onto the bed, and grins up at Scott, making grabby hands at him.
"Hmm... Maybe, or Lesnar? He might be a problem... I mean the guy is fucking huge." Scott lies down, and Phil pulls him closer, twining their legs together.
"I'd forgotten about him..." Phil mutters, leaning forward and kissing Scott, one hand gently tugging on Scott's hair, earning him a muted growl and a hand trailing down his back to squeeze his ass.
"Yeah... I figured." Scott laughs, and Phil flicks Scott's nose.
"We'll think of something, we're smart." Phil mutters. "Piper told me some stuff, but there's things he's still keeping from me." A change of subject seems like the best course of action to take in that moment, and Scott makes an inquiring noise, his hand resting on the curve of Phil's hip, absently stroking it through his clothes. "Says they don't know who Heyman's working for, but I don't believe him..." Phil sighs, and Scott kisses the tip of his nose.
"Well, it's probably bullshit, so I don't blame you." He smiles, over the link is there's too many emotions for Phil to be able to even begin to interpret so he simply lets them wash over him, enjoying the strange ebb and flow of Scott's feelings.
"Did say he and Hack are working for an old man with a vision." Phil closes his eyes, and focuses on the feeling of Scott's thumb moving from side to side on his hip, on the feeling of warmth and concern over the link.
"Really? Hmm... That sounds dubious." Scott mutters, moving a little closer to Phil, his other arm worming under Phil's body, cradling him closer.
"It does, doesn't it? He did say that he wants to train us to do his and Hack's job." Phil feels stupidly comfortable, far more comfortable than he has in a long time.
"Which is?" Scott prompts, rolling onto his back, pulling Phil with him, leaving him to rest on his chest.
"They find talents and send them to be trained." Phil tucks his head under Scott's chin and lets himself relax. The soft emotions over the link, the gentle touches to his back, the sound of Scott's heart, it all conspires to make him feel far sleepier and more relaxed than it should.
"Great... They're like the less evil versions of Heyman and Lesnar." Scott laughs, and Phil raises his head to look at him.
"We don't know they're less evil." He sighs as Scott looks at him, the link filled with doubt. "We assume they're less evil cause they're nice to us, but what if they're just as bad? What if they're working with Heyman?"
"Phil, no, just no." Scott shakes his head and catches Phil's chin. "You can't keep second guessing things. It's a bad fucking habit. Trust your gut." He kisses Phil's nose, a small smile on his lips. 'Do you trust Piper?'
"Yes." Phil answers without thinking, and Scott's grin grows.
"Well then, there you go, there's your answer." He laughs, and Phil sighs, settling back down against Scott's chest.
"Very scientific." He mumbles, but he supposes there might be something to Scott's idea. Phil's gut does trust Piper, if only because the man has never done anything to actively lie to or hurt him. He's pushed Phil, refused to give him the full story on things, but he's never outright done something to harm Phil and that's far more than he can say for Heyman.
"Does he know we're planning on helping the kids? Hack said something to that effect to me today, told me that telepaths and thinking things through generally don't go hand in hand. He thinks it's cause you're stuck listening to everyone else think all the time, that you tend to act, and react without ever really planning." Scott laughs, he sounds like he might agree with Hacksaw on the matter, and Phil snorts, grimly aware that the gesture makes him sound a lot like Piper.
"I plan!" Phil thinks he's perfectly justified in making this objection, he's been planning this assault on Heyman's warehouse for over a week now, granted it's about the only thing he's ever planned but it's still planning.
"I suppose that is true, we are planning right now... Or at least discussing information to further plan... It's all very sensible. I'm proud of you, my little Punkers." Scott laughs, and Phil sighs, giving up on arguing.
"I'm sick of planning." Phil moves to sit beside Scott. 'Let me try something?' Phil mutters, leaning over Scott's prone body. His hand slipping under Scott's shirt, to flick a nipple.
'What?' Scott hand chases Phil's, and laces their fingers together, their joined hands resting over his heart; the link filled with the syrup sweet emotion Phil is sure is love.
'You know full well what, Colt.' Phil kisses him softly, his other hand sneaks down to run a finger under Scott's pants. Scott breaks the kiss and frowns at him.
"Pun-"
"I already proved my point earlier, and you were all for it then, Colt." Phil smirks, his hand skimming down the front of Scott's pants, cupping his cock and balls through the fabric, squeezing gently. "C'mon... Lemme." He whispers in Scott's ear, smirking at the subtle tilt of Scott's hips into his hand. 'You know you want to.'
"This isn't something to joke about. I could hurt you." The link is filled with the war of emotions in Scott, desire, fear, intrigue, lust, want, hesitation, a thousand emotions that Scott seems to be trying to feel all at once.
"I won't let you." Phil whispers in his ear again, nipping at the spot on Scott's neck that makes make the rumble of a noise that sends shivers down Phil's back. It's more than ridiculous, but they've had a big miserably serious conversation, at least seventy percent of which Phil didn't want, and he feels like he should get something he does want now, and there's nothing he wants more than to see Scott come because of him. He wants to lap Scott's cum from his fingers, wants to see him lying, panting staring up at Phil, a lazy soft smile on his lips. 'Please.' He nips at that little spot again, and Scott groans, low, a little miserable and a lot interested.
"Alright, but if you can't control me, you stop... Promise me." Scott sounds deadly serious and Phil snorts, but nods. "Philip."
"Alright, I promise, the second I think I can't handle it, I'll stop, okay?" Phil sighs, and leans away from Scott, his hands going straight to Scott's flies, and undoing them and trying to pull his pants off.
"You are horrible at this, Punkers." Scott laughs, and pulls Phil down for a kiss. 'Foreplay... Don't they teach you this shit in your school?' His hands run up and down Phil's back, caressing him gently.
'No... But I can put a condom on a banana.' Phil moans softly, and Scott breaks the kiss to laugh, a loud overly amused sound, and Phil's grateful he's put a sort of audio block on the rest of Scott's family.
'Well, that's super useful, Punkers.' Scott pushes Phil away and sits up pulling his shirt off, and sliding out of his pants. 'C'mon off.'
'What? Why do I gotta be naked?' There's a wave of lust over the link making Phil chuckle nervously, and pull his clothes off quickly, before noticing Scott still has his socks on. He scowls at the bewildered looking Scott, before removing them.
"What's with the hatred for socks?" Scott mutters, pulling Phil back to him for a kiss that's more of a distraction than it should be, because the way Scott's naked body feels beneath him is something Phil would like to focus on more. The way their cocks rub against each other, the feeling of his chest against Phil's, they're all sensations that require more than Phil's very divided attention.
'Socks are not sexy.' Phil breaks the kiss and rocks against Scott, he's very tempted to stick with this for this particular experiment, the feeling of their bodies moving against each other is exquisite, something he enjoys far more than he perhaps should.
'I'm not saying they are, it's jus-' Phil interrupts him by nipping at his neck, and whatever it was Scott was going to say is lost to a rumbling moan. 'Cheat.'
'Yeah, well know you know how I feel.' Phil grins against Scott's neck, and nips him again, rocking his hips once more, before sitting up and looking around the room for something to slick his hand with, saliva seems a little insufficient for jerking Scott off. 'You gotta have some lotion in here somewhere... So where?' He asks Scott.
"Drawer under the bed." Scott's blushing as he says it, and Phil leans over the bed, pulling the drawer open and staring, in it there's a bottle of some clear liquid labelled lubricant and a stack of porn. 'What? I'm a growing boy... We read porn.' Even Scott's ears are red when Phil rights himself.
"Sure... Read." He laughs and opens the little bottle, pouring some out into his hand. It's strangely viscous, but he supposes it's supposed to be if it's intended for what he assumes it is. He wraps his hand around Scott's cock and has a sudden and slightly uncomfortable thought, he's going to have to properly mesh with Scott to really keep his power in check, which means there's a chance there might be feedback from Scott, which could pose a problem for Phil. 'Put a block up.' Phil tells him, slowly stroking Scott's cock, hearing a soft little moan from him.
'Is everyone asleep?' Scott asks, his hips bucking into Phil's barely moving hand. A quick check of the house confirms that Scott's family are fast asleep. Phil's surprised, he didn't think they'd been talking that long, but time has a way of getting away from him when he's with Scott, so he should have expected it really. He nods, and feels a block slowly creep down, the world slipping away from him, until the only mind he can hear is Scott's.
'Tell me if I'm doing this wrong, okay?' Phil starts moving his hand slowly, his hand forming a loose tunnel around Scott's cock.
'Tighter.' He stares up at Phil, his hand reaching up, and cupping his cheek. 'A little tighter, please.' Phil closes his hand a little more, feeling Scott's cock sliding through his slick fingers. He keeps watching Scott's face, trying to guess if this is okay, if he should be moving faster or slower or at least doing something with his other hand. 'Faster.' Scott it seems intends to guide Phil through this, his hips thrust up into Phil's hand, and he moves his hand faster, squeezing Scott's cock a little, and deep groan rumbles from Scott. "Yes... Like that." His eyes are half-closed, staring up at Phil, something close to adoration in them. He feels strangely powerful with Scott's cock in his hand, strangely calm now that he's found a pace that works. His nervousness bleeds away, and the more it does, the more Phil can feel the echoes of what Scott's feeling, tingling little sensations that are focussed on his cock.
"This okay?" Phil leans over and whispers in Scott's ear, a soft little tingle in his own ear gives him an idea, and he nips at Scott's throat, gently lapping and nibbling at the skin, feeling whispers of it against his own throat. It's cheating perhaps, but Phil's pretty sure if he can stimulate Scott enough, he'll be able to come as well. It becomes much easier to guess what to do once he realises that, it's not just chasing Scott's orgasm, it's chasing his own, and somehow looking to make two people come is infinitely less daunting than just one. He speeds his hand up, moving far quicker, and Phil absently wonders if this echoing works both ways, he takes his own cock in his hand, and Scott makes an odd little moan. Phil smirks and lies over Scott, lining their cocks up and rocks his hips down.
'This is probably a very bad idea, Punkers.' Scott moans, and Phil shakes his head, rocking down again, feeling Scott's hands gripping his ass, feeling a strange ghost of his flesh in his own fingers.
'Great idea, best idea ever. Move.' Phil nips at Scott's neck, and that inspires Scott to move with him, the lube on his cock making it easier for them to slide, and rut against each other. The end is approaching far too quickly for Phil's liking, he wanted to keep rutting like this for far longer, and can only hope that in the future they gain more stamina, because he's certain sex should last longer than this. He moves his hand between their bodies, wraps it around both of their cocks, and far too soon, Scott's rigid and trembling beneath him. There's a tiny part of Phil that's worried that this is moment where his body will be torn in half, but all that happens is the echo of Scott's orgasm triggers his own, leaving him shaky and tired. He rolls on to his back and looks over at Scott.
'I didn't hurt you...' Scott sounds slightly amazed, and Phil shakes his head, a grin on his face and cum on his fingers.
"Nope, not even a little." Phil starts licking their combined cum up, and smirks at the pitifully needy moan that comes from Scott. "I guess I'm not entirely horrible at this whole sex thing then?" He laughs, laying down and snuggling against Scott's side.
"No... Not at all, you're very good at it." Scott's finger trails over Phil's forehead, the block Phil asked him to put in place before is still there strong as ever. 'You want me to get you off?' Scott asks as his finger runs down Phil's cheek, and Phil blushes slightly.
'Uh... No... It's... I mean...' Phil can't quite force the words out, isn't sure how to explain that in order to fully ensure that when Scott came he didn't lose control of his power and hurt Phil, he basically had to convince Scott's brain that they were one body, and so when Scott came, it affected Phil too.
'You already did, didn't you? I thought that felt extra good.' Scott sounds ridiculously smug, and Phil nuzzles against him.
"Go to sleep." Phil says firmly, it's late, they've school in the morning, and another evening of training to face, sleeping is very important.
"G'night." Scott mutters, kissing Phil's hair. 'Hey... Did you ever think of a good codename?' Scott yawns, and Phil decides the best answer to that most ridiculous question is to pretend to be asleep.
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A little bit of explaining on what's the deal with Piper and Hacksaw in this chapter... and some smut cause you know... That's what I do. ;)
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