Heat

Author's Note: So this kind of popped into my head, and I really really had to get it out again, so it had to be written. And now I'm inflicting it on you. Let me know what you think!

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A month later, Warren didn’t even know how he’d lived before Will and Layla had invited him into their lives. Well, that wasn’t strictly true. Yes, he’d been doing an important job as a superhero, a job that he enjoyed and found very fulfilling. Yes, he had a good group of close friends to hang out with and fight evil alongside with. He had his health, his financial security… so what was wrong with the fact that he had been celibate for five years? A lot of people got along just fine without sex, right?

Well, a lot of people weren’t emotionally fuelled pyrokinetics. Warren couldn’t have imagined that his desperate, late-night call to Will would have eventually ended up with two of his friends in bed with him, giving him the most emotionally and physically satisfying sexual encounter he had ever had. And it wasn’t just him either. His own friendship to Will and Layla both had gotten a lot easier, closer, since they had started having sex.

Will hadn’t even looked at another guy, and had honestly told Warren his attraction to men began and ended with him. That had been incredibly touching to Warren, and had relieved him as well. He hadn’t wanted to change Will at all, because he knew how much he cared for Layla. He certainly hadn’t wanted to confuse them, either of them, with his needs. But those two had had five years of being a happy couple, and if they weren’t secure in their own relationship by now…

As it was, they had only waited a week, an agonizing glorious week in which Will had flown both them over nearly every night for an evening of, well, sex was a little tame in comparison to what they did. With three superheroes in the room, sometimes things got a little interesting. And it wasn’t just sex, it was lovemaking. That sounded a little cliché to Warren even when he just thought it, but he had a little more sexual experience than either Will or Layla, and their genuine care for him more than made up for any ignorance of technique. And between the three of them, they were slowly closing that gap.

But after that week, Warren had been surprised, happily so, when the two had invited him to live with them. In their house. And to sleep in their bed. On a permanent basis. He hadn’t known what to say at first, and had listened to their explanations in a kind of shock. They loved him, they wanted him with them, they knew he valued his privacy, but thought he might want to be close when certain urges struck him… They had a big house, and Warren found his weak objections crumbling over the single daydream of waking up in bed with his two lovers. He moved in the next day.

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Warren had remembered the first morning he had woken up in the Stronghold’s bed. He had been utterly exhausted by fighting killer dino-bots the day before, and had barely stayed conscious enough to strip off his costume and fall into bed. He would have loved to celebrate the victory with Will and Layla, but they were both tired too, and sex would be a lot better if they were all capable of seeing what went where.

He had woken up groggily, still somehow convinced he was back in his solitary apartment. He remembered thinking he was fighting off the remnants of dreams, some kind of vague sexual fantasy with moaning still echoing in his ears, and had awoken to find himself strongly erect. That wasn’t too unusual, as long as he had been without sex, taking care of the urge in the morning was often the easiest way to deal with it. Without opening his eyes, he went to fumble for tissues from the nightstand. They usually were usually burned to ash when he came, but he usually put a few aside to take care of any accidents.

He couldn’t find the tissue box, and was about to open his eyes when he felt a stranger’s hand suddenly encircle his cock. Yelling and bolting upright, he stopped himself from powering up at the last second when he realized it was Will that had his hand on his equipment. Layla was on Will’s other side, and by the slightly satisfied look on Will’s face, the “dreams” he had been having this morning had been the sounds of the two of them.

“Need a hand?” Will asked softly, blushing just a bit as he gave Warren a gentle squeeze. Warren’s eyelids drooped as he felt his blood surge in response to Will’s touch, and he saw Layla run her hand down Will’s arm and whisper in his ear.

“Yeah…” Warren said after a second, still not quite believing his good luck.

“How much do you…?” Will asked, and slowly began to increase the strength of his grip. Warren gasped and Will stopped just before it became painful, and Warren closed his eyes at the magnificent strength of his lover.

“Right there, God Will,” he whispered as Will began to stroke fast and hard. At that rate, it didn’t take more than a handful of strokes before he was cumming with a groan, and collapsed back onto the pillows, bonelessly relaxed.

“Now, isn’t that a nicer way to wake up than doing it yourself?” Layla said cheerfully, crawling out of bed. She kissed Will quickly on the lips and gave Warren a peck on the forehead before heading off to the shower.

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Thusly had begun possibly the best time Warren had ever had in his life. It wasn’t that hero work had gotten any easier, because it hadn’t. But sharing the triumphs and tribulations so closely with his lovers seemed to make each victory twice as sweet, and each failure half as painful. He had never felt so completely satisfied in his life, physically, emotionally, sexually… Ye holy God, if he got any more sexually satisfied he’d never want to get out of bed!

He’d found out surprising things about them, and about himself. Will might be a Boy Scout in a whole lot of areas, and he might project a boyish innocence even now, but the man was completely devoted to both his loves, Layla and Warren. Not a night didn’t go by that he didn’t somehow manage to bring them both to a high peak. Usually it was with their willing and eager participation, but Will could be damn insatiable at times. That whole super-endurance thing made Warren wonder how Layla had managed to keep Will in check for five years.

Layla herself had discovered a rather surprising kink; that she enjoyed watching “her boys.” With Warren’s powers making it too dangerous for her to love him directly, she seemed to really get a kick out of watching him and Will make love. More than once Will and Warren had found the bedroom plants in a rather… compromising position around Layla after she had watched the two of them.

And after a month of making up for five years of repressed sexual tension, Warren had discovered something about himself. He hadn’t gotten this much sex before, not ever, and had found, now that the need was no longer so great (though the want remained as strong as ever), he no longer burst into flames every time he came. His pleasure wasn’t any less, if anything, it was more now that it wasn’t so frantic. And he had begun to wonder if he might be able to be more involved with Layla.

He didn’t quite want to ask though. Layla had once told him, mostly in jest, that “You’re our favorite sex toy.” Warren supposed he could be offended at that if he had wanted to, but he had taken it in the manner in which it was meant. He made things better for both of them, and if he was “being used,” it was with his full cooperation and participation. He loved it, quiet honestly, and didn’t want to push either of them into something they weren’t ready for. They’d tell him when they were ready.

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“You were amazing out there,” Will said a little breathlessly, letting go of Warren so he could open the balcony door. They had just finished fighting a hoard of gibbering, animated stones, wrenched from the ground by the Earth Master, and had narrowly prevented them from ripping up the gas mains and exploding parts of the city. Between Thorn Queen’s entangling vines, Phoenix’s fire, and Guardian’s immense strength and speed, they had kept them at bay, and had eventually destroyed them all. It had given Viscosity, Violet Cavey, and Brilliance enough time to find Earth Master himself and defeat him.

When Phoenix had found himself triumphant on a pile of smoldering rubble, Thorn Queen, at his side and Guardian floating next to him, he had felt a great upwelling of pride at saving the city from such a deadly menace. But after looking in Guardian’s eyes, he had felt an upwelling significantly lower. He hadn’t seen such unbridled lust in Will’s eyes since… never. He had snapped his eyes back over to Layla, who smiled at them behind her small green mask and nodded in acquiescence.

“You boys go home, I’ll deal with the press and join you later,” she said with a smile. Phoenix couldn’t kiss Thorn Queen in public without someone getting the wrong impression, so he only nodded at her and let Guardian lift him up into the air. He had obviously done something to turn Will on, and such uninhibited passion couldn’t go unsatisfied for long. He hadn’t thought he had been particularly great today, but obviously Will had.

Warren opened the door and shut the shades the moment Will was inside. That was fortunate, because Will gave him a gentle shove that sent him across the room and into a wall. If it had been any harder, it might have been through the wall. Will followed up the shove by lunging straight for him, kissing him hard, almost bruising.

While Will might have been sexually insatiable at times, he wasn’t usually aggressive. And that really turned Warren on.

“Damn Stronghold,” Warren breathed in between trying to kiss him back.

“I just saw you out there, just charging right into those rock-men, throwing your fire. Fearless. And I just wanted you, right then, right there,” he breathed back, his hands fumbling slightly at Warren’s costume, trying to find out where the fasteners were. Warren smiled at Will's little confession, obscurely pleased that even while in the midst of a dirty, chaotic battle, Will had been watching him, and wanting him.

“Might have been a little awkward… on camera,” Warren gasped, his blood surging at Will’s frantic kisses. He quickly found the right sequence of snaps and zippers, and let his costume slide off. Will’s was off just as fast, and then he was back to fastening his mouth to Warren’s before breaking away, panting. The close contact between them let each know the other was hard and ready, and Warren smiled a little at Will’s enthusiasm.

No wonder Layla let us go home early; by the time Will gets done with me he’ll be safe enough for her to handle.

Will ran his hands along Warren’s arms and hands, and then slowly raised them.

“Hang on,” he whispered. Warren glanced up to see the wrought iron brackets of a shelf above his head, and quickly grabbed them.

“Why?” he asked, trying to lean in for another kiss.

Will just smiled at him, leaning in close… and then slowly dropped to his knees. Warren grabbed the brackets so hard his knuckles turned white as he suddenly felt Will’s mouth on his aching erection. That strong tongue circled rapidly, his throat sucking, working… Will was amazingly good at oral sex, whether on Layla or Warren, though his latter talent had only come out with some coaxing and instruction by his wife.

Warren didn’t particularly care how he had come by this particular skill, because he was too busy trying to stand upright. He lost the battle when Will’s mouth took him in deeper and deeper, and felt Will’s hands grab onto his ass as his knees went out. With no effort at all, Will supported him and helped guide his hips, helping direct Warren down his throat. Will slowed down a bit, trying to make it last, and Warren began to pant in short, breathy cries as Will let the pleasure surge higher and higher.

“Damn…” Warren breathed, wondering why the brackets didn’t come out of the wall with all the pulling he was doing.

He cried out as Will’s tongue began to work faster, one hand slowly stroking his inner thighs, and the drawing, pulling sensation reaching deep inside of him all conspired to hurl him straight over the edge. He screamed Will’s name as he came, sagging in Will’s grasp, hands still clutched on the brackets.

“That was something else boys,” Layla said, and Warren’s eyes flew open as he saw Layla lying naked on the bed, watching them.

How long she had been there, he didn’t know, and inwardly marveled at the fact that Will had managed to draw own his pleasure to last until Layla had gotten there.

“Will,” she whispered, opening out her hands to him, and Will went to her, leaving Warren recovering, dangling from the brackets.

Warren carefully peeled his fingers off the brackets as the two kissed, Will’s hand sliding between Layla’s thighs, making her gasp slightly as she rocked into his touch. She must have been very ready, because Will pulled his hand back as she cried out, replacing it with his ready cock. Layla moaned when Will entered her, her head dropping to his shoulder, Will throwing his head back.

Warren felt himself getting aroused again at their lovemaking, and slowly stood, drawn to them as if to a magnet. He wanted them, wanted to feel them, to touch them, to be inside… He ran his hands down Layla’s back, then dropped a soft, hot kiss on Will’s lips. He was about to move around behind Will when Layla suddenly grabbed his hand.

“Please, Warren,” she gasped, and tugged him behind her, crying out softly as Will thrust into her.

Warren hesitated, uncertain. Neither him nor Will were undersized, and he wasn’t even sure if she could handle both of them.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, stroking down her neck and sides gently, catching Will’s eye. He was nodding though, agreeing with Layla, and Warren felt his blood surge in response.

“You won’t. Please, I want-,” she whispered, her head arcing backwards as Will slipped a hand down to massage her clit slightly.

Layla’s pale skin was flushed pink, and Warren felt a faint thrill of fear along with his desire for her. In her gaze was the same nearly overpowering lust that had seized Will during the battle, and Warren felt himself responding to it, drawn towards her even against his better judgment. He hadn’t ever done this particular act, and hated to think he would hurt her, but her will wasn’t going to be denied.

He fumbled for a tube of lube from the nightstand, slicking his fingers and sliding them down between her cheeks. She gasped as he circled and entered her from behind, Will slowly fondling her in front to distract her as Warren gently tried to loosen her. The thought of what she was asking, begging for, with both her and Will looking at him that way, with trust and desire, had him wanting to rush to his climax, and wanting to wait to make sure everything was perfect, all at the same time.

“Are you sure?” Warren whispered.

To which Will responded by grabbing him over Layla’s shoulder and kissing him until he was light-headed. Layla pulled his head down as soon as Will had released him and continued the kiss until blackness pulled at the edge of his vision.

Guess that answers that, Warren thought idly as he pulled away, gasping for air.

He gently pulled his fingers away and slicked more lube on his own cock, sliding it slowly along Layla’s ass. She whimpered slightly as Will held her still, and gasped slightly when Warren finally slid into her.

“God,” Warren said, having to pause when he was barely inside. She was so tight, so unbelievably tight... “Layla, I can’t.”

“Don’t stop,” she demanded. “I need both of you, in me, please, be in me.”

Warren’s coherent objections were completely stilled by Layla’s words, and he felt himself infected by the same overpowering lust that had overcome both his lovers. He hadn’t expected this, and he would never refuse them. Slowly, slowly, he pushed in, pausing to let Layla get used to him, struggling deep for control when he could feel Will’s powerful cock just a thin membrane away. Warren let his head fall forward as he finally sank in to the hilt, pressed against Layla’s soft skin. Her tiny gasps of pleasure were echoing in his ears, and his slowly lifted his head to see her face contorted in a strange mixture of pleasure and concentration.

“Yes…” she whispered.

Warren could feel Will lean over to kiss him softly on the cheek, and Warren turned so he could catch Will in a proper kiss on the lips. Then Will’s hand moved again, and Layla clenched hard on both men. Their kiss became a mutual gasp of pleasure, and Warren slid his hands around to Layla’s breasts, gently holding their soft weight, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

“Yes,” she said louder, and Warren could feel Will suddenly thrust into his wife.

The sensation of both being buried in Layla’s tight body, and the incredible friction of cock-on-cock, sent Warren into an inadvertent thrust of his own. Layla gave a short cry as the two men soon found a rhythm, one thrusting in while the other thrust out, their hands all over her body, caressing her breasts, sliding over her arms, their lips at her mouth, their hands running down her thighs.

Warren reveled in the incredible closeness between them, their cries beginning to come in a ragged chorus as they began to race towards climax. He struggled for control, but it was a losing battle, as he felt Will let go first, then Layla screamed her release, with Warren shouting his completion right on her heels.

Slowly the thrusting stop, but neither man withdrew, holding each other in a tight knot, unwilling to let go.

“Oh yes, yes that was beautiful,” Layla whispered, her head lolling a bit, one hand reaching back to tangle in Warren’s hair, the other running through Will’s messy locks.

“What… got into you?” Warren asked, letting Layla comb through his hair.

“You. Both of you. I love you. And I wanted this for weeks. Thank you,” she murmured. She gave a faint cry as Will slowly withdrew. Warren pulled away reluctantly, and Layla sighed at the loss.

“Hold me,” she said quietly, slowly lying down on the bed. Will took her in his arms from one side, and Warren cradled her from the other. He took a long look at Will and smiled, caressing a strand of Layla’s hair.

“You two are going to kill me some day if you keep this up,” Warren warned with a slow smile.

“We wouldn’t dare. We couldn’t imagine this much fun before you came,” Layla said, turning to catch his eyes. “Trust me, you’ll survive.”

“I hope so,” Warren said, and kissed both of his lovers.