Fanning the Flames

“Fanning the Flames”

Disclaimer: Yes, I am crazy. Why do you ask? So I was watching “Sky High” with my family and thought that Warren Peace was a hot piece of jailbait, no pun intended. As I’m a hardcore slashaholic, I knew he should end up with some nice guy. Thankfully Disney saw fit to provide him with one, even if they didn’t have the balls to admit it. So I rectified the situation. Nobody is underage here because I don’t need that on top of Disney’s wrath. Please enjoy.


William Stronghold, known as the Flying Hammer in the media, sat with his partner Warren Peace, called Hothead to his consternation, on their living room couch. The two had been partners since Will’s graduation from Sky High three years ago. They’d been lovers for longer than that, but both preferred to keep that aspect of their relationship quiet. Not for fear of being ostracized, but because they were in the news enough as it was. Warren complained that he saw himself in the tabloids more often than he saw himself in the mirror. Will found that hard to believe. Who would have thought that Warren Peace would spend so much time primping in the mornings?

The two sat in front of the TV, the faint, flickering light their only source of illumination. They weren’t cuddling, as Warrren wasn’t the type of person to stomach such sappiness even when they were alone, but their knees were touching in a firm way that told Will everything that his lover would rather be tortured by the Living Death and Bugeye than admit. Will smiled a goofy grin, enjoying their rare closeness. Even though the two worked together, it seemed like they never got to spend any time alone.

“What the fuck are we watching?” Warren’s low voice shattered the comfortable silence and Will’s smile twitched.

“It was my turn to pick,” Will said, defending his show as he forced his eyes back on the antics of onscreen characters.

“It’s crap. If that blond bastard really has the hots for his stupid friend, he should just slam him against the lockers after school and fuck his brains out instead of leaving lame hints everywhere.”

Will pondered that for a moment. Considering how that particular scenario summed up how they’d gotten together in the first place, Will had to admit that Warren had a point.

“You have a point,” Will admitted.

“Damn straight I do. That’s why I’m the leader.” Warren leaned back, stretching his arm out over the back of the couch. His fingers were brushing against Will’s shoulder, an act that for Warren was like holding his hand and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

“You, the leader?” Will raised an amused eyebrow at his lover. “Who saved who from the Brood Witch’s Seduct-O-Beam last weak?”

“I was luring her into a false sense of security. I was about to make my move when you showed up.”

“Unless that move was into her pants, I don’t think so.”

Warren frowned. “She wasn’t wearing any pants.”

Then the older hero was reaching over and putting his hand on Will’s knee, left bare below his shorts.

“But don’t be jealous, Stronghold, you’re a whole lot prettier than she is.”

“Jackass.” Will pushed Warren’s hand away with the barest hint of his super-strength but he couldn’t hide the grin that wanted to spread across his lips.

“You’re the dork that lives with the jackass, so who’s laughing now.” Warren slid his hands behind his head in a smug gesture before turning his attention back to the TV.

A few peaceful moments went by.

“Do you think it’s cold in here?”

Warren looked at his lover like he’d told him he was really Dr. Demented before chuckling slightly. “If you want to fool around, all you have to do is say so. You don’t have to drag out the cheesy excuses anymore.”

“No, seriously.” Will rubbed his arms, trying to smooth over the goose-bumps that had suddenly take up residence there. “I’m freezing.”

A dark smirk was on Warren’s face as he moved closer to Will, setting his hand once again on an exposed knee. He placed a superheated hand under Will’s chin and turned his face towards Warren.

“Well, let me warm you up.” Then Warren’s mouth was on Will’s before the super-strong hero could protest. Soon he forgot why he would even want to object as his lover licked roughly at his lips. His mouth fell open in a gasp and Warren’s tongue shot in, twining around his possessively.

“Mmmph,” Will said and slid his arms around Warren’s broad shoulders. While Will had filled out quite a bit since he’d been a freshman and gained some inches on top of that, he still felt a little dwarfed by Warren. Will’s strength made that difference in size a little inconsequential, but he still liked the feeling of being held instead of doing all the holding. He got enough of that at work.

So when Warren shifted so that his body was looming over Will and forcing the young hero’s back against the arm of the sofa, he went down willingly. The cold was forgotten as Warren ran hot hands over Will’s arms and then under his shirt, traveling a familiar path along his stomach.

Will moaned into Warren’s smirking mouth, arching his body into clever hands. Their tongues continued to battle for dominance, leaving Warren the clear winner. Will was too nice a guy to play as dirty as the villain’s son did. Truthfully they both liked it that way.

Not that Will was all Boy Scout, however. With a naughty grin of his own Will snuck his hands over Warren’s denim-covered ass and used some of his impressive strength to grind the other man against him.

Warren snarled, pulling away from Will’s mouth and closing his eyes in pleasure. They opened again a second later, dark and hungry.

“Don’t wanna take it slow today, Stronghold?” Warren asked roughly. “You want me to do you right here, right now?”

It didn’t even take a second to decide, even after contemplating the cleaning bill on the couch. Will nodded eagerly and pulled his lover down for another deep kiss.

Ring, ring!

“Let me…uh…let me get that.”

“Ignore it,” Warren ordered, yanking off Will’s shirt before sending his own to join it on the floor. He lunged for the exposed collarbone before him and began delivering bites that would have hurt a normal man but only succeeded in wringing out lustful cries from the one under him.

Ring, ring!

Will tried to gather his mind together enough to know why that sharp ringing noise was important. He turned his body partly sideways, despite Warren’s protests, and saw the red cell-phone chirping at the pair from the stand next to the couch.

“Warren, I have to get that.” Will turned his body completely around, a complicated process considering that his partner was very attached to his front. He reached for the phone.

Ring, ring!

Warren had a wicked grin on his face as he watched the ass in front of him lift up with its owner to stretch towards the stand. He whipped some of his long hair out of his face and pressed himself against Will’s lower body, his insistent erection aching to be rubbed against bare flesh.

“Hey, this works.” Warren reached under Will to tangle with the button on his shorts, undoing it with practiced ease. He was about to reach inside and find out how Will’s cock was doing when the younger hero slapped his hand away.

“Emergency phone, Hothead!” Will scolded, wiggling the phone at his partner before flipping it open. His voice went into immediate superhero mode. “Yes, hello, this is the Flying Hammer.”

Warren grunted in disappointment, still draped over Will’s kneeling body. “I hate being a fucking superhero.”

Will shot him a dark look before his eyes narrowed in confusion. “Zach, why are you calling me on the emergency phone?”

A few tense moments passed before Will started yelling.

“I don’t care if you lost the number to our house line, you can’t use the emergency phone to tell us that you’re glowing purple now!”

Another pause.

“Well, tell Magenta that you swallowed her dye! No, I don’t know why it would turn you purple! You should get off the phone and go to the hospital.”

Another pause and then Will was gritting his teeth. “No…Zach…not the regular hospital…the hero one. Just get off the phone and tell Magenta!”

Suddenly Warren grabbed the phone out of Will’s hand and brought it to his own ear, his voice deceptively calm.

“Hey, Glowstick, it’s Warren. If you don’t get off this phone and go to the hospital right now, the only color that you’ll be glowing is red.”

A short pause.

“Yes, because of the fire, you idiot!” Then the red phone was flying across the room, smoke pouring out of it. It hit the wall with a thud and dropped into a metal trashcan.

“Now we need a new emergency phone. Again.” Will shook his head sadly. “You’re hard on appliances.”

Warren began nipping at Will’s neck, lining kisses and bites all along the smooth flesh. “You’re the one that broke the toaster.”

“My toast was stuck in it and it was hot!” Will abruptly decided to stop arguing and enjoy his lover’s ministrations, especially when Warren reached down and cupped his hard erection under their bodies. A few firm strokes were all it took to reduce the superhero into a quivering mass of raw nerves.

“You’re so easy.” Warren chuckled against Will’s neck, sending warm air floating across his skin. “I should have done this when you were a freshman. I would have won that fight.”

“I don’t think Principal Powers would have appreciated you molesting your fellow students.” Will propped himself up onto his hands, pressing his ass harder into the cock sliding against him.

“Don’t see Powers anywhere right now,” Warren whispered, pulling down Will’s shorts and boxers and depositing them on the ground with their shirts.

His own jeans went next and then Warren was pressing his hard naked flesh against Will’s body, teasing his back with light caresses while tormenting his ass with the feel of a large, throbbing cock. Warren leaned forward again, his breath downright burning at this point on Will’s sensitive skin.

“Do you?”

“Nugh,” Will said, unsure of what the question was. He thrust back again, pleading with his body and moaning when Warren simply continued to stroke his back and sides.

Then Warren slid his hands down once more to Will’s leaking erection, flicking the head before sliding steady, even strokes up and down its length.

“Please, uh, oh yeah, please!” Will whimpered, thinking briefly of knocking his lover over and taking what he wanted, but he resisted. It was better when he let Warren be in control. He was so damn good at it.

“What do you want, Will?” Warren asked softly, wringing yet another cry from the hero. He knew how much Stronghold loved it when he called him by his first name. It was why he only did it in moments like this.

“Come on! Fuck me already!” Will demanded, fingers fumbling towards the stand and into the half-open drawer. He yanked out a slender container of lube, which seemed to be in every room of the house, and hurled it back to Warren.

Who caught it with a casual smile that his jerking erection completely betrayed. If Will had been paying attention to anything but his own burning desire, he would have known that Warren was just as desperate to move things along as he was.

“No need to be bitchy, Stronghold. All you had to do was ask.” Then Warren was slicking up a couple of fingers and corkscrewing them into the tight hole in front of him. Preparation wasn’t always necessary with his nearly invulnerable lover, but it had been a while since they’d last been able to find time to be together.

He curled his fingers up when he was knuckles-deep and grinned when Will howled. Got him every time.

“God, oh, God, yes, do that! No, wait! Do it again, but with your dick! Fuck me!”

“I love it when you talk dirty.” Warren pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, slamming in quickly. Will screamed under him, arching his back up into the hand holding him down.

Warren moved fast and hard, aiming for that sensitive bit of skin inside of Will with every other thrust. He soon lost his composure in the face of his lover’s own heat and superhuman inner muscles.

“You’re so good.” Warren panted, leaning over Will’s back and sliding a hand down to the hard cock sandwiched between the other man and the couch. He stroked him roughly, trying to keep it in time with the thrusts and soon forgetting to care.

“So fucking good!”

“Yes, good, God, yes, love you, please, harder, can’t fucking break me, Warren, harder!”

Warren complied and soon Will was tumbling over the edge with an explosive shout…and accompanied by the sound of an inexpensive wooden stand shattering as he brought his fist down on it in ecstasy. Warren followed him an instant later, just barely managing not to burst into flames at the sensation.

He collapsed on top of his lover a moment later, knowing full well that Will could take his weight with ease and taking advantage of that fact. When Will finally collected himself enough to realize that Warren was lying on his back, effectively squishing Will to the couch, he began squirming slightly.

“Get off.”

“Shut up, I’m tired. Be a good boy and let the superhero take a nap.” Warren bit Will’s right shoulder blade affectionately before wrapping his arms around his lean waist.

Will sighed and settled his cheek against the arm cushion. He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to catch a little sleep like this. They had spent most of the day fighting evil and a nap might give them some energy for a few repeat performances later of what had just transpired. After all, they were young superhuman males.

Plus they were technically cuddling and that was rare enough to warrant letting Warren have his way.

So Will closed his eyes, shifted a bit until Warren was in a comfortable place on him, and drifted off to a deep sleep, filled with dreams of giant robots and lascivious fireballs.

* * *

“Holy fuck,” Lash muttered to his partner-in-crime Speed and their temporary new boss as the three looked into the video monitor that gave them a very detailed peek into the household of the Flying Hammer and Hothead.

“Excellent, we know that the spy camera works and that they’re completely unaware of our presence,” Bobbi Frost a.k.a. the Ice Queen said in a high, tight voice, her blue eyes locked on the slumbering males on the monitor. She reached with a shaking hand towards her water and brought it to her lips, unaware that she’d subconsciously frozen it on way up to her mouth. She didn’t seem to notice as she continued to stare at her former boyfriend and his irritating little partner.

“We know something else works too,” Speed whispered in awe, exchanging an impressed look with a wide-eyed Lash.

“That bastard will pay for dumping me!” Frost suddenly raved, her frigid composure shattering completely. “If it takes me an entire lifetime I’ll find a way to make Warren Peace suffer for the humiliation he caused me! Casting me aside for that…that sophomore slut! That spoiled brat! That brainless over-muscled Daddy’s boy!”

“Um, Speed?” Lash sidled in closer to his best friend, watching their boss continue to rant.

“Yeah, Lash?”

“You wanna get out of here while she’s busy freaking out and…you know?” Lash waggled his eyebrows suggestively

Speed glanced once again at their still-shrieking boss and then to his partner.

“Yeah.”

The minions snuck out of the room quietly and made their way down a hallway in the Citadel of Isolation, conveniently located in the same apartment complex of the Flying Hammer and Hothead.

“Tell me why we’re working for her again, Lash?”

“It’s better than working for Royal Pain, buddy. At least Queenie doesn’t turn us into babies when she gets mad.”

“Yeah.” A sly smile. “Babies can’t have any fun.”

The two giggled like the adolescents their brains would always be and went to have the fun that heroes and villains alike could enjoy.