Warnings: Slash (Colt/Punk, Hacksaw/Piper), AU setting, Profanity, Smut.
"So... Gentlemen." Amy flops down on the bench beside Phil. "Tomorrow is exactly two weeks since our dear friend Mr Heyman made his kind offer." Her mind is tired; Hack's been working her hard, and still somehow managing to be just as hard on Scott at the same time. Piper's been surprisingly easy on Phil by comparison, or at least Phil's handling it better, but that's possibly because he had a head start on the others, or Piper's a better teacher. Honestly, Phil isn't sure, but it feels like he's nowhere near as tired as Amy or Scott.
"It is." Phil nods, not resisting when Scott's head flops on his shoulder with a pitiful groan, over the link is nothing but a strange fuzzily sleepy seep of vague energy, as though Scott doesn't even have the energy to think.
'That old man hates me.' He whines, stretching his legs out in front of him. 'I'm dying, Punkers... D, Y, ing!'
'Oh quiet you, you'll be fine... You'd better be fine; we've got a job to do tomorrow.' Phil smiles over at him, and based on the tone of Amy's thoughts they really need to be less sweet in public.
"Yes, so tomorrow..." Phil trails off, he's not sure what they're going to do, but they need to finalise things as quickly as possible. Just then, Amy's cell rings, and she glances down at it. Her thoughts confused, not recognising the number.
"Hello?" She answers cautiously. 'Heyman!' Her eyes wide, staring at Phil. "Well... Sure, I can do that... No, I don't think it'll be a problem. Alright, I'll be there." She hangs up, her thoughts unfocused and swirling.
"What did he want?" Phil rubs his eyes, being surrounded by so much exhaustion is wearing on him, he's beginning to feel stupidly tired because of it.
"Me to head to the warehouse tomorrow at six, and he said that all the others from the tour would be there." She grins suddenly, and Phil instantly disagrees with the idea she's just had. It's a terribly bad one. Carrying out their rescue attempt with that many other people in the way would cause far too much hassle, far too much distraction, but distraction was what they needed. "It might be a good time to, you know, set those kids free?" She looks over at Phil, and he sighs, shrugging, jostling Scott who gives a sleepy groan.
"A whole bunch of people to get in the way... Sounds like a really great and really terrible idea all at the same time." Scott sits up with a yawn. "But I think once Heyman's got everyone gathered, he's probably gonna do something." He rubs his eyes, and flops his head back down to Phil's shoulder. 'I really do need to fatten you up, Punkers... Your shoulder's all bony.' He mumbles sleepily over the link. He seems so tired that Phil's beginning to wonder if he can drive. Phil'd only taken a few Drivers' Ed classes before deciding that it all seemed like a lot of hassle and public transport wasn't that bad, but he might have to bite the bullet and get behind the wheel again, because at this rate Scott's going to be asleep before long.
"I dunno... It might be our best bet, it might not be..." Phil hates being crippled with indecision, hates that he isn't sure what the right choice is, there's so many variables, but it might be that variables will work in their favour. The plan isn't much more than it was in the first place, though Amy did assure him she'd checked Google maps and decided that starting a small fire near the generators of the warehouse would send people scurrying to stop it. He's still not really sold on the whole fire thing, but he doesn't have anything better. It's like once more he's going up against Heyman with a goal, but without a plan, and last time that didn't work out too well for him. "Fuck it." Phil stands and starts pacing up and down in front of the bench. "Six tomorrow night. Amy, you crack open the cells and get the kids out of there. That's the only thing you need to worry about, okay? Nothing else, just get those three out." He sends her images of the three children, and she nods.
"Where do I get them out to?" She stands, her mouth set in a hard little line, her thoughts focussed on her mission.
"Piper... He's the best place for them." Phil doesn't add that this is only because he's got no other options, he can't think of anywhere else for the kids, so it has to be to Piper. It feels like swapping one less than optimal situation for another, but it's an improvement, at least Phil hopes it is.
"Roger that!" Amy salutes, starting to wander off, before turning back. "Awesome codenames! I almost forgot!" She bounces over and pokes at Scott, getting a half-hearted groan in response. "Did you think of one? I've been tossing a few around, but I think I like Lita."
"Wha?" Scott grumbles, and sits up straighter; clearly coming to the conclusion that no one is going to let him sleep. Phil can't keep the smile off his face, as he watches Scott try to force himself awake. "Codename... I can't come up with anything good." He sighs, and Phil shrugs. "That one's Punk." Amy nods, her thoughts very much in agreement.
"Totally fits him." She laughs and Phil shrugs, not really in the mood to argue, he's got too much on his mind to be dealing with something as ridiculous as codenames for a mission that's so badly planned that it could very likely to end with them up to their necks in shit, or dead.
"If I'm Punk, you're Colt." Phil mutters, still pacing, feeling something like a mixture of amusement a slight sting of offence over the link.
'I thought that was my pet-name?' Scott looks at him, all sullenly sleepy eyes, and Phil shrugs.
'Isn't Punk my pet-name? Besides, Colt's a cool name... Go with it.' Scott pulls a considering face, and nods, seemingly content to have Colt as both his pet and codename.
"Awesome, then gentlemen, Colt, Punk, tomorrow we ride!" Amy bounds off, but Phil can still hear her thoughts bubbling away with excitement. He hopes she gets a good night's sleep, it might not be until the evening, but they're going to need to be sharp to pull this madness off tomorrow.
"So who's in charge of the ari, ano, aro- The setting things on fire?" Scott snags Phil's wrist and pulls him down to sit on the bench, cuddling him like he was a teddy bear.
"Arson. I dunno... You wanna take it or should I?" Phil can't see any reason to decline being a stuffed animal for a little while, but they do need to get to Scott's place sometime soon. His mom is expecting Philippa to come to dinner, and to stay the night. He can't say he's relishing the idea of talking to Scott's mom one on one. He might actually be more looking forward to the idea of risking his life and limb facing Heyman and company tomorrow.
"It might be better for us both to do it... Though, if the others are getting calls, shouldn't we?" Scott yawns again and stands, rubbing at his eyes. 'Do you drive?'
"No... We should, but I'm willing to bet that Heyman got their numbers from their brains. It's a matter of courtesy that he didn't take mine, and he's not going to have your number." Phil stands, and takes Scott's hand, starting to walk to the gate.
"You don't? Seriously... You're the worst boyfriend ever..." Scott yawns again, and Phil's beginning to wonder just what it is that Hack did to him. 'I'm giving you the muscle memory, you can take the skill from my brain, if we get pulled over you're me and I'm a corpse.'
"Wow, gees... Thanks honey, driving lessons just what I always wanted." Phil snorts, and squeezes Scott's hand, taking the information on how to drive from his head. He might never have wanted to drive but he knows now, so he may as well make use of his lessons.
"So, why won't Heyman have my number?" Scott asks once he's collapsed in the passenger's seat, his eyes closed, looking very much like he's going to nap all the way home.
"Because he can't get in your head." Phil grins over at him, and starts the car. It feels strangely mundane and ordinary to be doing this, and he supposes that's down to the fact that now he knows how to drive.
'Why can't he get in my head?' Scott's mental voice is soft and sleepy, and Phil shakes his head at him, torn between jealousy and amusement at his expense. 'You don't have any problems, you're always in my head... Not that I want Heyman in here, I like it being just us two, but isn't he better trained than you?'
'He can't get in cause I won't let him.' Phil keeps his mental voice soft and quiet, not wanting to rouse Scott from the nap he's slipping into. 'No one else gets to poke about in your head, every thing's all locked up cause of me.'
'Because of you? What've you done to my head, my little Punk?' Scott turns to face Phil, there's a lazy smile on his face, and his eyes are half closed. He looks utterly contented, utterly comfortable, and utterly in love. Phil turns away, facing the road once more. It's ridiculous getting freaked out by this now, they've basically had sex, they've seen each other naked, he's felt love over the link, but to see it so plainly and physically manifested in Scott's eyes makes him not exactly uncomfortable, but not entirely comfortable either. It sets a fire inside of him and a chill over his skin, makes him feel too big and too small all at once.
'Nothing... Just shielded it, is all.' He shrugs as though it was nothing, as though Piper hasn't bemoaned a thousand times how Phil still hasn't made his own shields as strong and solid as those around Scott's mind. It's not something Scott needs to know, and it's not something Phil cares to share.
"Wait, does this mean that Heyman might come get us, or try and open a link to you?" Scott sits up straighter, a frown wiping the soft look on his face away. His mind focussing on the first time he fixed Phil's head, on how pale and shaky Phil had been, how badly Scott had wanted to find who had hurt him and tear them limb from limb. There are times Phil wishes Scott didn't blurt out thoughts the way Phil blurts out words at him. Sometimes it's almost too much, seeing himself from Scott's perspective, where his far too numerous moles and freckles are little points of perfection, his too big ears are adorable, the scrawniness Scott's mother keeps trying to feed him out off makes him seem delicate in a way that is totally undermined by his personality but still he's flawless. In Scott's mind, he's beautiful, and Phil's convinced that Scott is delusional.
"I suppose, he'll contact me." Phil mutters, trying to shake himself from him stupid reverie, spacing out because his boyfriend thinks he's pretty is a very stupid thing to do, and he knows it. Scott makes a good point, if Heyman was calling Amy, he'll be working his way through a list, but the order of it is hard to guess. At some stage soon though, the other telepath will be in contact with Phil. "Have a nap." Phil smiles over at Scott as they get stuck in another jam. Scott nods and closes his eyes, smiling as Phil runs a finger down the side of his face.
'Wake me up if Heyman bugs you.' He mumbles, drifting off to sleep. Phil almost envies the ability to fall asleep like that, anywhere, anytime, like a puppy free from concern trusting that everything will be as they left it when they wake up. His life as a telepath without Scott, taught Phil to fear sleeping, to know it as his enemy, that one false step and his mind would trapped too far from his body, it would be snuffed out when his physical form shuffled off the mortal coil. With Scott, he's safe, and if he's learned nothing, it's that being safe is the best way to sleep.
'Mr Brooks.' Heyman's voice comes maybe twenty minutes, and another traffic jam later. The man sounds cheerful, utterly unlike the concern that he'd had the last time he and Phil spoke.
'Mr Heyman, what can I do for you?' Phil asks, not really interested, he thinks he knows what Heyman is going to say, thinks he knows what Heyman wants from him, and he knows what he's going to say.
'How's your head? Better? I see your shields still aren't as strong as they could be...' Heyman trails off, and Phil can feel a dribble of annoyance from the man, annoyance at himself. Why Phil can't really say, but he thinks it might be because of the concern that was creeping into his tone.
'If they were, you'd have a harder time getting my attention.' Phil offers, hoping it'll prompt Heyman back on track. He pokes Scott's cheek, wanting to keep the promise of waking him when Heyman showed up. He gets a vague grumble, and Phil pokes him again.
"What?" Scott groans, and swipes at Phil's finger. "I was having the nicest dream, where I wasn't heading to unknown dangers this time tomorrow." He rubs at his eyes and glares over at Phil. "Heyman?"
"Mmm-hmm." Phil nods, and tries to focus on the road, driving is something he still doesn't like even if he knows how to do it now.
'That is very true, Philip. Now the reason I'm contacting you is very simple.' Heyman pauses, and Phil frowns, there's a hint of reluctance coming from Heyman, a hint that he doesn't really want to say whatever is next. 'I'd like for you and Mr Colton to be at the warehouse tomorrow at six pm.'
"He wants us there at the same time as the others." At Phil's words, there's a brief flash of annoyance over the link from Scott. "What?"
"If he wants us there at the same time, how are we supposed to start a fire?" He grumbles, and Phil almost wants to start cursing the deities he doesn't believe in. Scott makes an annoyingly good point.
"Get there early and start it without anyone seeing?" Phil shrugs, and Scott nods. It's another not great element to an already not great plan. 'We'll be there.' Heyman makes a soft agreeing noise, and Phil thinks the man wants to say something else. 'Is this about the offer?'
'It is. Philip... My offer is open, should want to accept it.' Heyman sounds strange; his tone at odds with the discomfort Phil can feel from him.
'Your offer?' Phil needs him to clarify; he didn't think there was a specific offer made by Heyman to him.
'I want to train you. Don't think that you have to go to Developmental. I can take you under my wing, Philip.' Heyman sounds almost like he's pleading with Phil, and it merely serves to make Phil think that tomorrow, they don't just need to save those kids, they need to put Heyman out of commission. There's something decidedly not right with Heyman, Phil doesn't trust him, anyone with throw away thoughts are far more disturbing than Amy can conjure up is fundamentally not good.
'I... What about Scott?' He's not entirely sure how to play this, doesn't know how to deal with Heyman in light of what he's just said. Phil might not trust the man, but he needs him to believe that Phil is considering what he's saying, needs him to believe that Phil believes him.
'Your anchor? Philip, it would be beyond foolish to split you up. What I offer you is obviously offered to him.' There's an odd lilt to Heyman's voice, not like he's lying but like there's something that he's not telling him, but that's always the case with Heyman.
'I'll talk to him.' Scott's looking over at Phil with a tightly unimpressed expression, the link is bubbling with an odd mix of concern, worry and fear. Phil smiles at him, and cups his cheek, swiping his thumb over Scott's bottom lip.
"Eyes on the road, and hands on the wheel, Punkers." He mutters, nipping at Phil's thumb.
"Yeah, yeah." Phil turns back to the crawling traffic in front of him. In the time he's been talking to Heyman, the car has moved maybe an inch, three at most. "So Heyman's made us the exciting offer of being his flunkies." Phil's voice is all false cheer and heavy sarcasm, and he can feel Scott's disbelieving amusement a second before he starts laughing.
"You're kidding? What are you the prettiest girl at the prom?" He laughs again, and leans over to catch the back of Phil's neck, tugging him into an unexpected kiss. "Piper wants to train you; Heyman wants to train you... Should I be jealous of all these old men?" There's no jealousy over the link though, just wry amusement.
"I did say us right?" Phil frowns at him, turning back to the road to move forward at least five whole inches. "It's not just me they want."
"Pff, I'm nothing but the pause button on your brain, Punkers. If they could find some work around for me, they would." He laughs, taking one of Phil's hands in his own, raising it to his lips. "They only get to it over my dead body though." His words wash over Phil's skin in a soft little puff of air. Dedication and love may not be things Phil's had a lot of experience with, but they are things he could get very used to.
"I'm not going anywhere, how many times?" Phil laughs, trying to tug his hand back.
"You drive fine with one hand." Scott mutters, lacing their fingers together, utterly unwilling to let Phil go.
"Asshole."
'Mr Brooks? Did you finish your conversation?' Heyman's voice cuts through the comfortable silence Phil was enjoying, he'd almost forgotten about the other telepath, had almost fallen into the thought that this was a nice quiet moment between him and his Colt.
'It's on-going... I'll tell you tomorrow? Six pm, right?' Scott's fingers are tightening around Phil's; something distinctly unimpressed seeping over the link.
'Of course, Philip.' Heyman closes the link, and Phil sighs, scowling over at Scott, about to say something when the car behind them blasts its horn.
"Your doing?" Scott looks at him innocently, but Phil doesn't quite believe him, the traffic jam hasn't moved an inch, and the driver is pissed that he just spilled his coffee because he somehow managed to push the horn.
Eventually they get back to Scott's place. Thankfully, there's not a welcoming committee, part of Phil had been worried about that. All week Scott's mother has been fixated on Philippa coming to dinner and staying over. She's been busy cleaning random things, and tweaking menus. It's been very strange to listen to her thoughts as he hides out in Scott's room doing homework, eating a plate of swiped food.
"Hello again Phil. How are you dear?" Scott's mother is fussing over him as soon as Phil gets through the door, and he smiles awkwardly at her, knowing that she's going to want to talk to him, well Philippa, so her sooner rather than later. Her mind is buzzing with half-formed thoughts, flitting from topic to topic without thinking anything all the way through. She's almost scarily excited about having Philippa over to stay. It's kind of unnerving to Phil that someone could be this excited about having him come to visit. He's sure that no one has ever fussed over him staying this much before, he's absolutely certain that his own mother has never scrubbed skirting boards for him, and she barely motivates herself enough to change the linen on her own bed, let alone Phil's.
"Hi Mrs Colton. Thank you for the muffins, they were delicious." Phil holds his hand out to shake, and is pulled into a hug. Scott's mother congratulating herself on guessing Phil's favourite flavour, and being concerned that he's still so thin. Phil almost wants to fix her obsession with feeding him up; he doesn't want to be any fatter.
"You're welcome, my dear." She steps aside to let Phil in, and pulls Scott into a hug that's protested with a loud mom from a mildly embarrassed Scott.
'Don't you laugh at me, Punkers... I can hear you laughing.' Scott sounds remarkably like a child as he whines over their link, and Phil has to turn away, laughing is very much at the bottom of the list of things he'd like to do.
"How good of a cook are you, Phil?" Scott's mom turns to Phil, and he shrugs, he's no idea how to do anything but very basic cookery, he can at least chop vegetables, which seems to be the guise the woman is aiming to hide her conversation behind.
"I'm okay." Phil smiles, watching an ill-tempered scowl blossom on Scott's face.
"Mom, she's supposed to be here to see me, not help you make dinner." Scott takes Phil's hand, which sparks a round of cooing in his mother's head, but Phil wriggles out of Scott's grasp.
"I don't mind... I should learn how to cook Jewish." His nervous smile is only half put on, and Phil feels annoyingly vulnerable because of this fact. "I'm sure your mom'll give me some great tips, right?" Phil turns to her, interrupting the explosion of joy in her mind. She'd read that comment as meaning Philippa and Scott were getting married. Phil feels like he might have to fix Scott's mother's jumping to conclusions obsession along with her feeding him up one.
"Well then, Scott go make sure your room is tidy. You're on the couch tonight, Mister." Scott's mother's arm is around Phil's shoulders before he can protest, guiding him towards the kitchen.
'You want me to rescue you in five minutes? I've a load of homework that you can do.' Scott grins at him, before the kitchen door is closed.
'Uh... I'll keep you updated?' Phil smiles awkwardly at Scott's mother, taking the knife and vegetables from her, setting himself up to chop beside her.
"Phil... I wanted to talk to you for a reason." Scott's mother sighs, and turns to him, her, Phil needs to remember that the woman sees Philippa and not Philip.
"Ma'am?" Phil stops cutting the carrots and watches as the woman sets her knife down and rests a hand on Phil's shoulder, an odd look on her face.
"I wanted to know the truth... I've always worried that my Scott might be a gay." The woman smiles sadly, and fidgets. "I've got nothing against the gays, but I just... I want grandkids, and I worry about Greg." Phil stares at the woman, and feels desperately sick. Her mind is filled with the idea of pretty little children, of an older Scott and Philippa in a cute suburban house with a white picket fence, a pet dog and two little kids, a boy and a girl. She can see an aged version of Philippa, all clean and pressed, settling into being a good little housewife, Scott all grown up and in a suit working in some big business. Phil can't break her dreams, he can't crush this poor woman's delusions. That's never going to happen, for so many reasons, the least of which is Scott's sexuality.
"Well, if he's gay, he's hiding it very well, Mrs Colton." Phil says softly, and then blushes at what he'd just implicated to Scott's mother. The woman laughs, and lightly punches Phil's shoulder.
"Ha, my word... I'm his mom young lady." Her thoughts stay sunny, her mind deciding that little Philippa is the cutest thing, that she has the prettiest smile, that the children she and Scott have are going to be the most beautiful in the city. Every other woman in her knitting group is going to be completely and utterly spitting with jealousy over the perfect Cinderella story that goes with her gorgeous grandchildren's mother.
Dinner passes, the conversation light and breezy, Scott's parents trying to get Phil to offer some idea of his plans for after he graduates high school. He doesn't have any, but Philippa intends to study something at University, she's trying to decide if English or Art would be more fun. Scott is probably going to study Business somewhere; he sounds grimly resigned about it all, as though it's something he knows will be useful but has no real interest in. What they'll actually do, Phil isn't sure, but he's certain normal further education is out of the question. They might end up with Piper, they might end up dead or incarcerated after tomorrow night. It might be something else entirely, and whilst Phil's sure he could ask the sequencer to check for him, he thinks the fact that it's a mystery is more interesting.
"So, you're in here, Phil." Scott's mother shows him to Scott's room, and Phil has to fight a smirk, it's ridiculously amusing that she's showing him to the room he's been sleeping in for so long. Scott is losing the battle, and has a ridiculous grin on his face, until he notices the pretty handmade quilt on his bed.
"Mom... Why is that on my bed? Phil doesn't-"
"It's very pretty, Mrs Colton. Thank you." Phil wanders into the room and absently fingers the patchwork quilt, it looks old, handcrafted. "Did you make this?" He could pick the information out of her head, but asking seems more polite.
"I did." She nods, coming to stand by Phil her hand on his shoulder. "It's all of Scott's old baby clothes." She chuckles and Scott groans.
"Every single bit of that thing has a humiliating story to go with it that you don't need to hear." Scott looks painfully embarrassed, and even his ears are red.
'I can just find out from your mom without her telling me.' Phil grins over at him, the link is filled with crippling embarrassment, and Phil laughs as Scott's mother shoos him out of the room.
"I'll tell you the best ones in the morning, Philippa. Now, if you need anything sweetie you let me know." She pauses by the door, looking at Phil, staring at him with a strange mix of pride and happiness, an expression Phil's never really had anyone look at him with before. "Good night, Phil."
"Night." Scott calls from behind his mother. 'I'll come up when they're all asleep and put a block up for you, okay?'
'Uh-huh, I'll let you know.' "G'night Mrs Colton, Scotty." Phil smiles and closes the door, catching a deeply unimpressed glare from Scott.
'Never call me that again, Philly.' Scott snaps over the link, and Phil is sorely tempted to give him a mental smack for Philly, but he supposes he deserves that.
'Hmm, likewise. I'll let you know when the coast is clear, okay.' Phil changes for bed and stands staring at the quilt. It's something so simple, so ordinary to Scott's mother, but it's nothing like anything Phil's ever seen. He can't imagine the hours she's poured into this quilt, the effort and care behind it is almost astounding. It's not something he thinks he can share a bed with, so taking it off and leaving it folded up in the chair, devoid of its normal clothes mountain is very easy.
It takes surprisingly little time for Scott's family to head to bed and fall asleep. His brother lying awake the longest, but after maybe an hour every member of the Colton family, except Scott are asleep.
'They're sleeping.' It takes Scott hardly any time to be in bed with Phil, his arms holding him close, their legs tangled together.
'I'm supposed to be sleeping on the couch, Punkers.' Scott's arms tighten around him, and Phil snorts dismissively.
'And as far as anyone else is concerned you are.' Phil tilts his head, and kisses Scott, the sort of kiss he'd be aiming for that first time, the sort of kiss that starts out slow and soft, and ends up with your hair in a mess, and your lips swollen. Scott stares at him, his eyes wide, and slightly bewildered. 'I am getting better at this, huh?' Phil grins at him, and this time it's Scott who initiates the kiss. A kiss that's somehow even better than the last, a kiss that has Phil chasing Scott's lips as he pulls away with a broad smirk.
'Better, yes. As good as me? Not quite, Punkers.' Scott chuckles softly, and starts nibbling at Phil's throat.
'No fair.' Phil has decided that this is very much his weakness, these soft, little nips are the best and worst things in the World, they make his mind go all fuzzy and his body all pliant and warm. Scott's hand runs down Phil's side, toying with the hem of his shirt, and Phil can feel a smirk against his throat. 'If this is going further, unless you want me to start broadcasting how good this feels, you might want to put up a block for me.'
'Oh? And if I didn't?' Scott pulls back and looks down at Phil, that smirk still on his face. 'What would happen? Everyone in the suburb would come?' He chuckles, and strokes his finger over Phil's brow, a block slowly forming. 'On consideration, I don't think I want to know that answer to that.' He scowls, and Phil has to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud. The idea of his mother and father coming had occurred to Scott just before he decided to put the block in place, and the thought made him feel slightly unwell.
'Smart move.' Phil pulls him down for a kiss, and feeling an odd almost caress down his back, which should be impossible because both of Scott's hands are on his face. 'Cheat, using powers is not fair.'
'Foreplay, Punkers.' Scott chuckles quiet, and Phil snorts, arching his back as the illusory touch grows bolder, sliding down his back to his ass, his skin tingling with the touch of Scott's power. 'You remember we had this conversation before. Should I have brought you a banana?' He needs to remind Scott that doing unfair brain breaking things to him, will result in him being ignored, there's no way for Phil to form coherent sentences when he's being stroked and caressed in far too many places all at once. 'You like that?' Scott sounds unreasonably smug, and Phil thinks that perhaps he deserves a little taste of his own medicine. He starts entwining his mind with Scott's in something like setting up a feedback loop, what Phil feels, Scott gets a softer ghost of it. The moment he realises that's what Phil's done, Scott freezes, every one of the gentle touches vanish. 'You're either very cruel or very generous, and I'm not sure which it is.' Scott kisses him, moaning quietly, the loop is still in place, making the sensation odd, not unpleasant but utterly odd.
'Hmm, I'm not sure which I am either to be honest... A little of both?' Phil grins when Scott pulls away from him, cutting the loop and lying perfectly still, staring up at Scott.
'What do you want?' Scott asks him, the link brimming with love, his eyes just as full, and Phil stares, utterly unable to think of a thing worth saying.
"You to fuck me, Colt." Only as ever when it comes to Scott, his mouth works far faster than his brain, he'd like for once to not blurt out whatever's on his mind at the most inopportune moments.
'Punkers?' Scott stares at him, eyes wide, confusion and desire engaged in cohabitation over the link. "Are you sure?" Phil nods, but gets the distinct impression that won't be enough for Scott.
'I'm sure... I... I want you, I want you inside me.' Phil glances away, can feel his cheeks burning in what feels oddly like shame and Scott groans happily, his mouth descending to Phil's throat, lapping and nipping at the skin there.
'Best worst seduction ever.' Scott laughs, his hand skimming under the shirt Phil was wearing to sleep in. His clothes, along with Scott's, are lost soon enough in a kiss that's more groping and rutting than actual kissing, hands stroking and squeezing, lungs working far harder than they should, the air beneath the covers heavy with anticipation.
'How do we... I mean I know how but...' Phil bites his lip to stop the rambling babble that wants to escape his mouth, and scowls at Scott's smirk.
'You put my lube back in the drawer, right?' Scott leans over the side of the bed, coming back with the little bottle. 'Have you ever... I mean, you know have you ever touched yourself there?'
'Uh... no?' Scott nods vaguely down at Phil, a considering look on his face, and Phil almost feels like he should have lied to make himself seem at least a little more prepared for this. Scott sits up, and hands him the bottle of lube.
'Go on, you should see how it feels first.' An odd hungry look crosses his face, and Phil can feel a blush forming on his cheeks. He's honestly getting sick of how often and how easily Scott makes him blush, it's embarrassing really. 'Make sure you like it.'
'I liked when you did that thing to me in the hotel room' Phil busies himself with opening the bottle, pouring a little out, coating a finger. Even if the idea of fingering his ass in front of Scott kind of freaks and weirds him out, he has the distinct impression this isn't going to go any further if he doesn't. 'Doesn't that count?'
'Hardly... When I-' Scott looks equal parts embarrassed and fascinated as Phil circles his asshole, pressing against the tight little pucker. 'Used my power on you, there wasn't anything in you... That feels... Different.'
'Different how? Wait you've been fucked?' It's taking a lot out of Phil to keep this conversation going and keep gently teasing his ass. It feels very different to the spikes of pleasure Scott's power had caused. This just feels weird, but Scott's power had been manipulating his prostate and that is inside of him, so that might be why.
'No... But I've...' It's more than a little amusing watching Scott trying to look away in embarrassment and keep watching Phil. 'In, Punkers.' Phil smirks, and presses his finger inside, breaching the tight little ring of muscle. He's never really considered what the inside of his own body would feel like, but it's strange, little solid smoke, soft and fragile feeling.
'This does feel very different.' Phil slowly pulls his finger out and recoats it in lube, torn between using what he thinks is too much and just enough. The second time he moves his finger deeper, carefully feeling himself. Scott shifts awkwardly, his cock looking almost painfully hard, twitching slightly.
'Good?' He croaks, his eyes riveted to where Phil's finger is buried.
'Eh... You do it.' Phil pulls his finger out and leans up, pulling Scott into a kiss, before handing the lube bottle back to Scott.
"You sure?" His voice is deep, and husky, the tone one Phil's never heard before and it fills him with a pulse of desire, a soft moan escaping him as lies pinned under Scott's heavy gaze. 'Punkers?'
"Yes... I'm sure." The voice those words come out in doesn't sound like Phil's, it's all delicate like a spider's web. Scott leans down to kiss him, and the first touch of a finger to his ass, has Phil's eyes drifting closed. When he touched himself, he'd felt little more than embarrassed and mildly uncomfortable, but Scott's finger is different. He's not sure why, but he's not arguing, he's going to go with this and feel every inch of Scott's broad finger touching him, reaching further, stretching him wider. Scott pulls his finger from Phil, and he feels something wider, thicker, bigger press at his ass, sliding into him, but it feels less easy, less comfortable.
"Talk to me, Punkers." Scott kisses his temple, and Phil nods vaguely, his attention caught by the feeling of Scott inside of him, stretching his body open almost too much.
'Is it in yet?' Phil has the feeling that was very much the wrong question to ask, Scott chuckling at him. It feels like there's something fairly big inside of him already, or like Scott isn't using enough lube, and he has no idea which it is, but if there's too much more to go, Phil isn't sure he'll be able to handle it.
'No... I'm not sure if I should be offended or complimented that you think my fingers are big enough to be a cock. Open your eyes and have a look.' Scott smirks at Phil once he opens his eyes and glances down his body. Two of Scott's fingers are inside of him, he can just about see if he twists just right. 'I'll take it this hurts.' The feeling of Scott's fingers leaving him has Phil feeling peculiarly empty almost. He wants them back, he wants more, he'd like some extra lube too, at least he thinks that'll help.
'Not hurts... It's just, it was big. I'm not used-'
'We shouldn't do this now. This, it's a bad idea. We've got a shitty day ahead tomorrow, and-' Phil can tell exactly where Scott's going with this, and interrupts him before he can finish his sentence.
'Colt, I want you.' Phil scowls, his eyes firm and hard. 'Don't make me force you to give me what I want.' Scott shakes his head at Phil, and kisses his temple gently.
'I'll go slowly, and use more lube... You've thought it like a dozen times in the last thirty seconds.' Scott laughs softly, and kisses Phil again. 'Tell me if this feels good... Actually, do that thing where I can feel how you do, that might make this easier.' Phil is almost reluctant to set a loop up, which he knows is strange, but he almost wants this to be only for him, something that only he gets to experience. Scott does make a good point though, a loop would make it easier for him to tell what feels good and what doesn't for Phil, it certainly helped Phil get Scott off.
'There, all done.' Phil smiles, and Scott nods, pouring lube over his fingers and slowly inserting one into Phil.
'Okay... That's strange.' Scott stares down at him, his eyes widening with shock.
'Good strange, bad strange? Cause if you don't like it this isn't going any further.' Phil reaches out, snagging the back of Scott's neck and pulls him down for a kiss. 'It has to be in place or your power'll get away from both of us.'
'Strange is manageable, I think...' Phil laughs at the odd face that Scott pulls, moaning softly when Scott slides another finger inside of him.
'If you think you've got it strange, I can feel my ass.' Phil wriggles his fingers in front of Scott's face, getting a bemused chuckle for it.
'It feels good though doesn't it?' Scott smirks, nipping at Phil's throat. 'I keep thinking about it wrapped round my cock.' Scott's power stimulates Phil's cock, an unseen force making it feel like there's something wrapped tightly around Phil's dick.
'Cheat.' Phil has to bite his lip to keep his moan back, only partially succeeding.
'I think we're beyond calling each other on cheating here, Punkers.' Scott laughs, and Phil rolls his eyes, bucking his hips, against the sensations Scott's power is causing to his dick. 'If it makes you feel any better, it was a bad plan on my part... I really hope you weren't expecting this to be Earth-shatteringly awesome.' Scott's laugh takes a self-deprecating tone, and Phil shakes his head.
'I'm-' He stops himself before he confesses to just how close his orgasm feels, this is another moment when he hopes that in the future he learns something of stamina and endurance, because one day he wants Scott to make himself come only using his power on Phil. It's an overly complicated idea, but Phil thinks it'd be fun, biopathic caresses and touches to his body, whispered telepathically to Scott, with the intent of getting Scott off for Phil and knowing Scott, the opposite for him would be true, his focus entirely on Phil. 'Well, you better get a move on then. I asked for something, and it's your job to look after me.' False bravado is surprisingly easy to wear, but the loop is even more than the normal link between Scott and himself. It's not just physical sensations that transfer over it, but emotions are sharper, keener, more understandable when they're entwined like this.
'If it hurts, I wanna hear you say, okay? Don't just think I'll know.' Scott pulls his fingers from Phil, and coats his cock quickly.
'But you will know.' Phil smirks, but the smirk is lost at the size of the head Scott's cock resting at his asshole. It feels huge, and there's a part of him that's panicking at the thought of it being inside him, but he asked for this, he wanted this, he can't back out now.
'You can back out any time, my idiotic little Punk.' Scott strokes his cheek, seemingly waiting for Phil to decide if it's okay to go forward or not.
'No, not backing out! I want this, so do it.' Phil meets Scott's eyes, trying to look fierce and determined, but wondering why he's bothering when all Scott seems to see when he looks at Phil is the sharp straightness of his nose, the subtle curve of his cheek, the slant of his thin lips, and the green of his eyes. He'd be far more embarrassed by Scott's thoughts, if it wasn't for the fact that Scott gets to hear Phil's thoughts on him, and there's nothing more embarrassing than that. Scott doesn't need to know that Phil adores his grin, his deep brown eyes, the way he makes Phil feel safe, because that's what Scott is to Phil, a safe port in the tempestuous ocean of Phil's life. It's painfully depressing that Scott is the first, and essentially only, person Phil can rely on. Scott's thoughts on Phil might be embarrassing because they show how physically attracted to Phil he is, how covetous he is, how protective, but they pale in terms of embarrassing-ness to Phil's. His thoughts don't just cover all of that; Phil's also have this desperate neediness attached to them. Scott leans down and kisses him, guiding his cock to penetrate Phil, the first breach of his body making Phil gasp and cling to him. He stills inside, the head of his cock just in Phil's body. Phil stares up at the look of narrow-eyed, irritated concentration on Scott's face. It's taking a lot out of him to wait like this, and Phil honestly thinks he appreciates it, but he's not sure where the irritation comes into the expression.
'You think I don't need you? My little idiot, you have absolutely no idea.' Scott nips at Phil's throat, a sharp little sting of pain, that's soothed with a long slow wet kiss. 'Fuck... You feel incredible.' Phil snorts, and wants to encourage Scott to move, he wants to feel what it's like being taken properly. He wants to know how it feels to be filled, claimed so intimately. The benefits of this loop is that there's no way for Phil to hide what he wants behind layers of crippling embarrassment, what Phil wants, what he feels, Scott does too. Scott slowly moves a little deeper then pulls back, slowly, shallowly fucking Phil. There's no need for words, not when the loop Phil set up is making their bodies move to meet the other's need without thought, though that might be more Scott's power at work, but it's semantics that Phil isn't interested in, not when this is everything he thought it would be and more. Scott moving over, and inside of him feels odd, but not bad. It's like discovering some unsual sandwich combination is the most delicious thing in the World, despite sounding terrible. There's no reason a cock in his ass should feel as good as this does, there's no reason for this to feel as perfect as it does, there's no good reason, but his prostate, Scott's gift or his cock giving that little bundle of nerve endings a soft caress. The first time Scott's entire cock is in him, Phil wraps his legs around Scott's waist, not letting him move again. Phil wants to learn this feeling, wants to memorise how feels to be joined with Scott in a physical sense rather than the normal mental one. Their link is still there, it's presence drowned out by the loop, but it's there, binding them together tightly, unbreakably. Far too quickly, Phil can feel his need to come almost overwhelm him, he tries to fight it, tries to focus on something else, but it's there heavy and all consuming, wrapped up in Scott's need to come. It's not something Phil really wants to think about that his orgasm is being brought on more by the ghost sensations of his own ass wrapped around his Colt's cock. The idea is too strange, too intimate for him to really want to consider, so he instead focuses on rapidly moving his hand along his cock, occasionally squeezing his balls, but mostly working the head, his thumb swiping over the slit, drawing the most beautiful shivery moan from Scott, earning him a deep, almost frantic kiss.
'Scott... I-'
'I know, I can feel it. Let go, Punkers. Come for me.' At that Phil stops trying to fight his need to come, stops trying to delay the inevitable onslaught of pleasure, only heightened by Scott's orgasm. He can feel the exact moment he comes, can fell it as though it were his own, and it drains him.
'Thank you.' Phil pants, and closes his eyes again, his chest still heaving; Scott doesn't answer him, just stays on top of him, his breathing evening out. The sensations and feelings coming over the loop is too much for Phil to handle as he lies, trembling and weak beneath Scott, so he cuts the loop, leaving him as alone as he ever gets, the link still there pulsing with love.
"You okay?" Scott whispers in his ear, still inside Phil's body, the feeling of his cum strange, some odd fluid feeling deep inside of Phil. He isn't quite sure how to respond to that question, he thinks he's okay, probably at least, but he's not sure. He feels different in a way he wasn't truly expecting, he feels fragile and frail, broken apart, but completely and utterly whole, different and better than he ever was before.
'Maybe?' He can't muster the energy to answer Scott audibly, he can barely muster the energy to keep his eyes open, and all he did was lie there and take it, how Scott can be so very full of beans he's not sure.
'Maybe?' Scott moves to pull out of Phil, and he wraps his legs around him tightly, his hands digging into to Scott's shoulder blades.
"Wait." He hisses in his ear. "Just a little longer." Phil closes his eyes, and tries to focus on nothing but the physical sensations of his body, nothing but the feeling of Scott over and inside of him, trying desperately to ignore the way Scott's mind is humming and demanding his attention. He wants to remember the way this feels, wants to remember it in case something goes horribly wrong tomorrow night, and this is all he has left.
'You okay?' Scott tries again a little later, and Phil nods, pushing at his shoulders, but not really answering. He's still not sure he has the words to offer a real answer to that question. The feeling of Scott pulling out of him is beyond unsettling, it's like there's a vital part of him is leaving and it makes Phil cling tighter, an odd little whimper of a noise escaping him when Scott's cock pulls free. "Hey, shh, it's okay. I'm sorry I hurt you." Phil wants to reassure him, because the panic in Scott's voice says he needs reassurance, that he's not hurt. He feels fine in a strictly physical sense, emotionally he's not sure about, but physically he's fine, a little achy from muscles unused to being put to work, but not in pain. 'Punkers... Say something.' Scott's weight on top of him is gloriously comforting, but the trepidation and fear that's bleeding over the link needs to be addressed, and Phil sighs softly, his fingers carding through Scott's hair.
"I'm okay... I'm good, honest." Scott snorts dismissively, trying to pull away but Phil holds him fast. 'It was... Intense? I think that's the word.' Phil can feel a smile against his throat, and the link is filled with the soft warmth of love.
'That's one way of putting it.' Scott kisses Phil's neck and pulls away, lying on his back beside him, taking Phil's hand in his. 'Never in my life did I think I'd get to feel what it was like...' He trails off, and looks over at Phil, his eyes as helpless as the feeling over the link.
'What what was like?' Phil tries to prompt, but all Scott does is shake his head, smiling awkwardly. 'You never thought you'd get to find out what it felt like to fuck yourself?' Phil's laugh is eaten by a yawn and Scott looks utterly scandalised.
'I didn't fu-' Phil shakes his head, and nuzzles up against Scott's shoulder, too tired to engage in some ridiculous conversation based on how they didn't do something as crude as fuck, it was love-making or some other twee romantic nonsense.
'It was what it was, and it was good. We're doing it again, Colt.' It's not a question, and Phil smirks at the awkwardly hesitant smile the spreads over Scott's face.
'It was good. You're like this weird, awesome little thing that I don't think I have words for, and I'm not sharing you... No one else is getting you, Punkers.' His hand curves around the back of Phil's head, the link brimming with intensity.
'Hmm... You can have me for as long as I let you.' Phil laughs, but he knows that really Scott can keep him for as long as Scott is willing to put up with him, which might not be long if he stays in this mood. He feels tired but strangely giddy, inclined to do nothing but snuggle, nuzzle and sleep, no one wants to be snuggled all the time, but Scott does seem incredibly fond of cuddling, his lips against Phil's hair in a soft kiss is the only indication he'd been paying attention to Phil's words. If this is to be Phil's last memory of his time with Scott, he thinks it'll be okay, in this moment everything feels settled, it feels safe, it feels like he's in love, and is love in returned. There's one thing that could make this better, or utterly destroy it, and Phil knows that no matter what, he's going to blurt it out, so it may as well be on his own terms. He moves so he's braced over Scott's prone body, his hands reaching up to cup Phil's face automatically.
"Hello." He says softly, and Phil smiles down at him.
"Scott... Colt." Phil takes a deep breath and leans down to kiss him. 'I think I love you.' There's a jolt of surprise, nothing but pure and utter shock at his words, and Phil wants to break the kiss to go slinking off to lick his wounds. If this all blows up in his face, Phil wants to at least have the day to nurse his broken heart before he has to deal with rescue plans, but Scott's hands are holding him still, his legs twined with Phil's, his kiss distracting beyond belief. He breaks the kiss with a soft smile, one hand moving to move Phil's hair from his eyes, nothing but love in his expression and over the link. Phil stares at him, his heart pounding, because this situation, he's sure is about to be made perfect.
'Good, because I know I love you.'
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