Heat

Author's Notes: My hindbrain needs a cold shower. Anyways, threesome, M/M/F, oral, and voyeurism in this chapter. If that's not your thing, now you know.

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Somehow, Will wasn’t exactly sure how, Layla had managed to wrangle the reason he had spent the night at Warren’s apartment out of him. And Warren’s reason for inviting him in the first place. And all the details in between. And after. Will waited for her response, head bowed, flushed with something he couldn’t name.

He wasn’t ashamed he had had sex with Warren, because Warren had been so damn desperate and apologetic that shame hadn’t entered into it. Maybe he was still weirded out that he had enjoyed sex with a man. Or that he had been caught fantasizing about Warren. Or that this was the first time he had technically cheated on Layla. Or just fear that she was going to hate his guts for doing something so strange, no matter the reason.

“It’s ok Will,” she said after a minute, hugging him and running her fingers through his hair. Will looked at her in surprise.

“You aren’t mad?” he asked incredulously.

“No. How could I be? Warren’s saved our lives and our sanity more times that I can count. We owe him so much, and he’s asked so little of us in return. If you two had been ok with it, I would have been willing to help him,” she said. Will nearly swallowed his tongue, and Layla giggled at the expression on his face. “Relax Will, it’s not like I have some deep, secret passionate longing for Warren Peace. I just love him as a friend. I just wish we could have found someway to help him before it had gotten to this…”

Will shook his head a bit and put his arms around Layla, hugging her head to his chest. Poor Warren. Being a superhero could really stir the blood, and more than once Layla and him had barely made it to privacy after some big battle before ripping off each other’s costumes. Zack and Magenta were the same way, Ethan and Chloe too. But Warren just smiled and went home alone, trying to taking care of his lust by himself, and nearly breaking his own mind in half in the process.

“But what about me?” Will asked, knowing he was sounding a little whiny. Layla was quiet for several long minutes, and Will might have been concerned if she hadn’t kept her arms firmly around him.

“You think I should be mad at you because I caught you fantasizing about him?” she asked.

“Uh… yeah?” Will responded uncertainly. “I mean; I don’t even know what’s going on. I’m not into guys… I think. But he just kept popping up in my mind and I just didn’t know what to do!”

“Maybe it’s just because it’s Warren. He’s been your best friend since we were fourteen, and you know he’s bi. He loves you as a friend, and I don’t think it’s too hard for him to turn that into something physical. You love him too you know,” she added.

“I… guess. I mean… I don’t know. I’m scared,” he confessed. “I’ve never done this, felt like this before.”

“Will, Will, shh, it’s ok. I’m not jealous. It doesn’t bother me, really. I… I just had a thought,” she said, and trailed off. Quiet reigned for a moment.

“Will, this is going to sound really weird but… what would you think if we invited Warren over every now and then?” Layla asked into the silence. Will coughed and pulled Layla back to look her in the eyes.

“Let me make sure I have this right… you want to invite Warren Peace over to… to… have sex with us? All together?” he asked. Who was this woman and what had she done with Layla?

“Yes,” she said simply, lifting up her chin defiantly.

“Since when did you do threesomes?” he asked, torn between laughter and shock. Layla blushed a bright pink.

“Er… since you told me about it. That sounded… really, really hot… and I think I would have liked to… um… watch. Or participate,” she got out between stammers and blushes, and ducked her head again. Layla wasn’t always comfortable telling him what kinds of things turned her on, and admitting that had cost her a lot in pride.

Will was surprised… but maybe not as much as he should have been. He had to admit; Warren was a fantastic lover, even able to bring Will to his knees in a single hour of frantic sex. And again when he wasn’t even around. The idea of him, plus his own Layla… together… in one bed… the idea really turned him on. A lot. He stopped himself for a second, and played over in his mind the idea of Warren kissing Layla, Warren touching Layla intimately, of Warren making love to his wife. Would he have a problem with that? With his best friend…

No. He didn’t think he would. The one thing he had going for him was the fact that Warren knew how he felt about Layla, and that Warren read people extremely well. He was the counselor and confidant for the whole team; he knew everyone’s secrets, what made them twitch. Warren wouldn’t do anything to harm his relationship, even if it killed him. He could trust Warren absolutely. He had already trusted him with his life and sanity; he knew he would treat his heart and body, and Layla’s, with the same care.

He felt a light touch a little below his belt, and found Layla was gently encouraging his arousal at the thought of her suggestion.

“So… I take it you’re interested?” she asked, smirking. Will had to think hard to get an answer.

“Umm… yeah… Yes, I mean, yes, interested,” he finally got out, gently moving Layla’s hand so he could think coherently again. She leaned in to kiss him, her lips soft and sweet, tasting of honeysuckle, the smell of roses coming from her skin. The contrast came to his mind of Layla’s soft sweet lips and Warren’s hot hard ones, and he felt his cock surge against the confines of his jeans.

“So… when are we going to tell him?” she asked, one hand tracing along the side of his face.

“Very, very soon… like now…” Will said, dazed.

“We better call him and tell him we’re coming over. It’d be kind of embarrassing to walk in if he had other plans…”

“You call,” Will said, trying to get his body back under control. He was trembling inside, conflicting shudders of desire and fear, confusion and intense arousal crashing around in his heart and blood. Warren’s regard was so intense, that the idea of having Layla with him to deflect his attention was as much a relief as it was a turn-on.

Layla flipped open the phone and pressed Warren’s speed-dial number. He picked up on the first ring.

“Hi Warren! No, no, don’t start apologizing. I mean it. Really. Shut up,” Layla said, and Will had to suppress a chuckle as Layla kept cutting Warren off. “I’m not calling to yell at you. Really. If you start apologizing again I’m- Ok. Promise you’ll listen now? Good. Would it be ok if Will and I came over for a while?”

Will was pretty sure he could actually hear Warren’s mouth go dry on the other end of the line.

“Yes I’m serious. Will was going to fly us; we’ll be there in a few minutes, unless you need more time. Sure thing. See you in a minute.” Layla clicked the phone shut and gave Will an evil smile.

“He’s going to have a heart attack Layla,” Will warned, taking her in his arms.

“I hope not! I’m looking toward to this.” Will popped open the window, snapped it shut behind them, and made it to Warren’s roof in record time. One very shaky Warren Peace answered his door before they could even knock. He looked frightened, and after they walked in, nearly collapsed on his couch. He was only wearing a pair of black jeans and a black tank top, both showing every evidence of having been thrown on in haste.

“What… did you come here for?” he asked after a second, not looking them in the eyes.

“You,” Layla said simply, and Warren snapped up his face to theirs, searching them for truth. Awe dawned on his face… and lust.

“Really? You… both of you? For me?” he asked, slowly rising to his feet and padding over to them, his bare feet quiet against the wood floor. The heat from his body was tangible even from a distance of a few feet.

“Yes,” Will said softly. “For us. All of us. You don’t have to be alone anymore. Once in five years obviously not enough, judging by last night. Any more intense than that and I think we both would have exploded.”

“I want to… I wanted to… Oh God,” Warren said suddenly, and swept them both into an embrace. It was an innocent hug for maybe a few seconds, then Layla started to trace along Warren’s muscular arms with a free hand.

“Will, are you sure?” Warren asked, pulling back a bit. “Layla?”

“I think so,” Will said, a little uncertain. “I… I liked it. I really did. And I… when I think of both of you… I want to… with both. And Layla said it was all right. I lo-.”

Will stopped, not sure he could go on, and Warren began to run a hand through his hair. Will relaxed, leaning into Warren’s caresses like a cat.

“What were you going to say?” Warren whispered in his ear, his breath nearly burning.

“It’s ok,” Layla murmured on his other side, her cooler hands stroking down his neck.

“I love you,” he whispered, staring into Warren’s dark eyes. He heard Warren’s breath catch.

“You didn’t just come here for sex… You want to be lovers?” he asked them both, leaning back a bit to look at them both. Layla and Will nodded, and a beautiful smile crossed Warren’s face.

“I love you,” he told them.

“Show me,” Layla said softly, her other hand going to Will’s back. “I heard it was pretty hot last night.”

“You have no idea…” Warren said softly. He bent and kissed her, the heat nearly shimmering between them. Layla found out that Will hadn’t been exaggerating about Warren’s kissing prowess… or the addictive quality of his heat. It was amazing, seemingly curling through her body, warming every part of her, and not just physically.

“Holy…” Layla whispered when he released her lips. Her other hand had been clenched in Will’s clothes, tugging fitfully. “Wow,” she added.

“Layla,” he murmured, trailing soft kisses to her ear. “I can’t go very far with you, I’m sorry. I get too hot; I’d burn you. You have to let me borrow your husband, if you don’t mind.” Layla giggled and turned to look at Will.

He was watching them with his mouth open; his jeans tented rather sharply, his eyes a little glazed.

“You go right ahead, I think he needs to be taken care of. I’ll help,” she said with a naughty grin.

Warren flashed her a bright smile, then turned to Will with a predatory gleam in his eye. Savagely he bore down on Will’s mouth, and Will found himself starting to go weak in the knees again. Then Layla joined in, her soft hands sneaking in under his shirt, her mouth going to that one spot on his neck… Will had wondered what it would be like to experience both of their kisses at once, and could only moan as white lights began to explode behind his eyes with the sensation.

“Better pull back Warren, Will’s about to pass out,” he heard Layla’s voice as if from very far away.

“Don’t…” Will managed to get out, and he heard some faint chuckling from both of them. Unceremoniously he found himself scooped up in Warren’s warm arms, and then abruptly deposited on the bed. Will didn’t think anyone had carried him like that since his parents had as a kid, and it was a very comforting sensation. Total relaxation fell over him as he felt both of their hands slowly undress him, stroking him from neck to knees. Layla’s hands slowly withdrew, and Warren’s carefully turned him onto his stomach.

The pyro’s hands were fantastically hot, and Will soon found himself on the receiving end of a rather erotic backrub. He all but purred, turning into a veritable puddle of superhero, as he heard faint giggles behind him. He lazily turned his head, opening his eyes enough to see that Warren and Layla had managed to get the clothes off of each other. Warren was kneeling on the bed, leaned over Will, and Layla was behind Warren, slowly giving him the same kind of attention he was giving her husband.

“What do you want, Warren?” Will asked a little breathlessly, arcing up under Warren’s hands and turning around. “You’ve been doing all the work. It’s my turn.” Layla looked at him over Warren’s shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile. Will was still a little torn. Warren was really good, fantastic really, and Will adored the attention. But it wasn’t fair for him to always take charge. Will found himself wanting to please him, and it scared him. Layla’s encouragement helped tremendously, but he still wasn’t sure what to do. Or what he should do.

“Just what… feels good to you,” Warren whispered, eyes half-closed under Layla’s gentle caresses. What feels good to me? Will thought, and turned and looked at Warren’s rampant cock. Long and ridged with angry red veins, it twitched almost hypnotically at Warren’s hairless groin. Will always loved it when Layla went down on him, what guy didn’t like that kind of thing? But could he do that? Did he really want to? Warren had him all confused, not knowing how much of this was just because it was Warren and how much was really him.

Warren seemed to sense Will’s internal battle and drew him in for a hug, Layla reaching over Warren’s back to join in, and kissed Will long and lingeringly over Warren’s shoulder. The two cocks made contact between the two men’s stomachs, and Will moaned a little at the sensation. Will pulled back a little, and Warren reached up to wipe away the tears of confusion pooling in Stronghold’s eyes.

“Shh… It’s ok. Just do what you want,” he whispered. Will felt shudders of confusion wracking him again, and tried to make a decision. He couldn’t just sit here, frozen in half-fear, half-lust. Taking matters into his own hands, he leaned into to kiss Warren softly, feeling the heat streaming between them. Warren was passive, tender, seemingly waiting for something.

“Go on Will. It’s your turn,” Layla told him, and gently pressed the two together. “Take charge.” Warren shuddered a little and leaned into Will, begging without words. Getting it finally, Will leaned into Warren’s mouth, his strong tongue forcing it open and easily beating Warren into submission.

Warren began to moan softly into Will’s mouth; an incredibly sexy sound, and Will began to realize he could use a lot more of his super-strength on Warren than he could on Layla. He actually growled deep in his chest, and Layla felt herself go wet at the sound. Warren stiffened in surprise as Will savagely bore down on him, claiming his mouth, his lips, his tongue, and everything else he came across. Will’s incredible strength was as much a turn on to him as his own heat was to Will, and Layla braced herself against Warren as Will’s strength surged through him.

She knew Will could never really use all his powers in their own lovemaking, but Warren was not nearly so fragile as she was. Maybe it would let him loosen up a little, she thought, smiling to herself. She circled the two on the bed, her own hands trailing and tracing their muscular backs, adding unexpected soft and sweet touches, as they reached out to her in return. Hands strong or warm caressed and fondled her in between their own frantic explorations, as she watched in voyeuristic fascination.

Warren was surprised by Will’s sudden assault, but also very turned on. Very, very often he had to be the instigator in his lovemaking in the past, and rare was the time when someone was willing to turn the tables on him. And when they did… it was a rare and unexpected treat. Will’s strength made it clear that he could claim him at any time, a it was a kind of vulnerability he wouldn’t necessarily have enjoyed, had he not known Will so well. As it was… it was very, very nice.

Will took him in his arms and tipped him back a little, his strong mouth now trailing down his neck and jaw, unexpected bites of painful pleasure nipping at him. Warren’s hand tangled in Will’s messy hair, kneading fitfully as he trailed down his collarbone, then to his nipples. Warren uttered a breathy cry when Will began to trace them with his tongue, then suck and bite at them gently. His eyes fluttered open and he spied Layla watching them with fascination, her own hands gently stroking her breasts.

Warren pulled her in gently, bringing her breasts to his own mouth, lavishing the same attention on her that Will was doing on him, for it was obvious where he had learned this technique. Faint gasps from Layla told him he had it right, and he heard a faint chuckle from Will when he opened his eyes to see what Warren was doing. Then Will began to kiss lower, his strong tongue massaging deep between the planes of Warren’s stomach, dipping into his navel, and going further down.

Warren’s breath caught when he felt Will’s hair begin to tickle his cock, and he jerked a little in reaction when Will’s hand briefly touched him there. He wanted it badly, he desperately wanted some attention there, but didn’t dare force Will. Not that he could, or would, even if he wanted to, but Will was already uncertain, and it wouldn’t take much to scare him.

He heard Will moan suddenly, and opened his eyes again. Layla had moved in with the speed of a striking snake, and had swiftly engulfed Will’s own member in her mouth and hands. Her loose red hair bobbed, and Will grabbed the bedcover as she swiftly brought him to a climax, her throat working as she swallowed. Warren whimpered, holding onto control with teeth and toenails at the sight. Layla slowly rose and put herself up by Will’s ear.

“Do what feels good,” she whispered gently, and gently turned him to face Warren again. She began to murmur in Will’s ear, and Will took a few deep breaths and leaned in again to continue his lavish kisses on Warren’s stomach. Warren closed his eyes and dug in deep for control when they trailed lower and lower, twitching when Will’s strong hands began to caress his thighs. It was too much, too much…

“Will… please!” he begged finally, his cock crying out for attention, and Will seeming touching everywhere but there. It was torture, sweet torture keeping his hands away from his own body, but he wanted to give Will a chance. Warren’s eyes abruptly flew open as he felt a strong mouth and wet, suctioning heat engulf him from head to base. Will, his best friend Will, had his head totally buried in Warren’s groin, engulfing his entire cock, deep-throating him for all he was worth.

Will’s strong tongue and throat muscles worked hard, pulsing and massaging Warren’s cock without Will even having to move much. One hand was gently massaging Warren’s balls, and the other was braced on his thigh. Warren’s eyes fluttered back in his head at the incredible feelings, and he felt his control quickly slipping away.

“God, Will, that is so good. So fucking good…” he whispered, and heard Layla’s voice murmuring something else. Will slowly began to bob his head, and Warren completely lost it.

“Cumming, love you Will, cumming!” he screamed, and arced his back. Pulse after pulse thrummed through his cock, and through pleasure-fogged eyes, he saw Will’s throat work as he somehow managed to swallow it all. Slowly Will let Warren’s softened member go, and Layla turned him around to kiss him deeply. Will was flushed a little with the heat, and had a mixed expression of pride and embarrassment on his face; embarrassment for doing what he had just done, and pride for bringing Warren over the edge. Warren finally managed to lift up a weak hand and gently stroke both of their flanks, smiling broadly.

“I love you both,” he whispered, drained and spent, in a haze of pleasure and contentment so thick he didn’t think he could move if he wanted to. Will and Layla smiled at him and lay down, one on either side of him, their heads on his chest, their hands clasped across his stomach.

“I love you,” they both whispered in return. All three drifted into sleep, wrapped in contentment, and held together with a promise of love.