Heat

Author’s Notes: This is tangentially related to the story “War and Peace In Mind” that I am writing on FanFiction.net. Think of it as an AU for my own story, as I try to purge this strange little scene from my head. The only things you really need to know from that story are: 1) It’s now several years after high school and Will and Layla are happily married. 2) Warren Peace’s mother is an empath, and he is very good at reading people, even if he doesn’t have her powers. 3) Warren has the ability to heal with his fire. He hurts if he powers up when he’s mad, and he heals if he powers up when he’s trying to help.

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When Warren had called him on the phone, nearly demanding that he come over to his apartment, Will had agreed immediately. Layla was gone on business upstate, and he was otherwise going to spend the night alone. Besides, Warren had sounded odd, desperate, and Will owed Warren too much to laze around at home if he needed him for something.

When Will finally knocked on his door, Warren pulled Will into the room and clutched his shoulders hard. Will had never seen him like this, shaking with repressed emotion, radiating heat like a furnace, a desperation on his face that scared him.

“Please… I need…” he whispered, and leaned in until he was only a few inches from Will. Red fire sprang along his hands, and his grip strengthened. It was almost as if he were trying to press understanding into Will. With a convulsive effort, the red fire flared, and Will was suddenly inundated with emotion and images, flowing from Warren to him through the medium of his healing power. He had never done that before, but super-powered people could pull off amazing things under stress.

Need. That was at the center of it. Warren felt things very deeply, and Will was seeing it through his eyes. A lifetime of solitude, then the beginnings of friendship. Opening up, sharing his feelings for once. Happiness when his best friends got married. Then torment, as their own pleasure began to press on him. Warren was flesh and blood, he had needs, urges as much as any young man. But there was no one he could share with. Powers, linked with his emotions, meant that anyone he’d make love to would have to be fireproof. And anyone he’d want to share his body with, he needed to share his heart with as well. There was no girl he knew who could handle him that was close by, who could handle his heart as well as his body.

Will didn’t think of guys that way, but he knew Warren was an attractive man. He’d always assumed he had partners before, maybe a whole lot of them. But no, only a few, and in the past. Now Warren had been alone for years, and solitary release could no longer help him. Frustration and blocked need were tormenting him, building up inside him, literally driving him insane.

Fear. He needed some release, he needed someone to share his body with before he burned himself up inside. The only person he could think of that would be remotely safe was Will Stronghold. His best friend. A married man. A man. Warren wasn’t exclusive in his affections, he had been with men as well as women, but he knew damn well Will was straight. Yet, he was begging him, pleading with him, to let him in. The few partners he had had were far in the past, now moved on with their own lives, far away from him.

Intensity. Warren stared Will in the face, dark eyes searching light, desperate for an answer. If Will said no… Warren didn’t know what he was going to do.

“Why me?” Will whispered.

“You’re safe. I can’t hurt you physically. You won’t hurt me emotionally. I can’t… I can’t stand this much longer. God, if I could find anybody else I’d already be there, but there isn’t anyone! Please, Will, please,” Warren begged. “I can make it good, I promise, please…”

Will was shocked, but not as revolted as he thought he would be. The reason for Warren’s request was as emotionally clear to him now as his own love for Layla. He wasn’t into guys, he was a happily married man, but Warren was so desperate… And his fear for Warren’s life and sanity were well-founded. Warren was dancing on a knife-edge of control, and if Will refused this emotionally-charged man… the consequences would be drastic.

“No one can find out. Warren, you’re my friend, you know I don’t think of you this way, but I’ll help you. But no one can find out,” Will said finally. He didn’t know what was going to come next, but he was prepared to endure anything to keep Warren from going over the edge. Saving someone with sex… I don’t think they teach this at Sky High.

The relief on Warren’s face made Will feel terribly guilty at his own embarrassment. Then Warren leaned in and kissed him. The heat was incredible, curling throughout his body and seemingly focused on those amazing lips… Oh my god… Warren kissed wonderfully, soft and sweet, then hard and demanding, tongue tracing, then entering his mouth. It was good, more than good, and Will actually felt himself going weak in the knees. He hadn’t felt weak since he first powered up, and the experience was humbling.

It’s only a kiss for Christ’s sake! he though inanely as Warren continued his merciless assault. Hot hands traced his shoulders, and he abruptly found his jacket on the floor. His shirt soon followed, and Warren’s hands began to trace the hard planes of muscle on his chest and back. He had never gotten very tall, but Will was a very defined and tidy little package. Warren backed off for a second and tugged off his own shirt, and Will looked at Warren surreptitiously with raw envy. The man had the body of a young god, lean and bulging with muscle. Even with Will’s super strength his own body never looked that good.

Warren’s hands kept up their caresses, lightly flicking Will’s nipples. He flinched at the hot touch, not because it was unpleasant, far from it, but at the unanticipated shocks of pleasure it shot through him. Blood started to rush to his groin as Warren kept continuing his amazing kisses, and Will felt himself start to get aroused. What’s wrong with me? I don’t even like guys… Oh God that felt good… Warren pressed their two bodies together, and Will was shocked at the heat, and hardness, he felt at Warren’s groin. The heat going between them now would probably burn any normal person, but Will and Warren were far from normal.

Then he felt a faint tug on his jeans, and Warren abruptly put his hand on Will’s cock. Coherent through abruptly ceased as that amazing hot hand went to work stroking him. Will didn’t even notice when Warren got them both on the floor, somehow getting the pants off of both of them in the process. Sparks were going off in Will’s brain as Warren moved his mouth from Will’s to kiss him on the neck, sucking gently.

Oh god, oh god, oh god… Sex with Layla was good, very good, but Warren’s desperation, his determination to make sure Will enjoyed it even as he took his own pleasure brought this to a whole new level. Even, or perhaps because Warren was a man.

That hot mouth was driving him to distraction, and the hand on his cock was nearly burning. Will could hardly stand it, and tried to do something to bring this back under his control, at least a little. He fluttered his hand, barely seeming to remember how it worked, and finally brought it down on the back of Warren’s head. Warren pulled his head up to look Will in the face, stroking gently with his other hand. Will’s eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation, then dragged Warren down for a kiss. He couldn’t have said why he did that, kissing was so intimate, even more so than the delightful stroking a little further south. He wasn’t gay but… damn Warren was practically melting his mind.

The pyro finally left of his stroking and climbed on top of Will, kissing him for all he was worth, stroking his hair and side gently. The heat was fantastic, almost addictive, and Will couldn’t get enough of the feeling of Warren’s body on top of him, hard and hot and wonderful. His own hands stroked down Warren’s muscular back, and he could feel him shiver at the sensation. Suddenly Will wanted more, more heat, more contact. It was what Warren wanted, he knew it, but even in his extremis of need he hadn’t asked.

“I want you in me,” he whispered. He heard Warren choke back a sob, but he didn’t hesitate for a moment. Will questioned his own sanity and braced himself for pain as Warren gently lifted his hips. He needs this like he needs air, I can handle this, I know I can. There was pressure and intense heat… but the pain never manifested. Will’s super strength stopped him from being rubbed raw even as he forced himself to relax to accommodate Warren. It was strange, not unpleasant, but weird. And hot, very very hot.

Then Warren turned his attention to Will’s lips again… and twitched his hips very slightly. Will arced his back as some small spot Warren hit made all his neurons fire at once. Oh my god… He could barely think as Warren twitched again and again, then began to stroke faster and deeper. Breathing became nearly irrelevant as Warren picked up the pace, freeing one hand to stroke Will’s own cock in time, keeping their lips pressed together. Will’s hands went almost involuntarily to Warren’s back, wanting to pull him deeper, harder. Is this what Layla feels like when I’m in her? Oh god this is good…

Will’s eyes fluttered back in his head as the pace picked up, things beginning to grow to a crescendo he didn’t think he was going to get through still conscious. Sparks and fire flew behind his eyes as the heat from Warren’s body increased. A convulsion seemed to seize both of them as Warren suddenly gasped… released. Searing hot fluid bathed Will’s insides, bringing him to his own climax in Warren’s hand. Yet Warren kept kissing him, slowly stroking his other hand through Will’s hair, until the last of the pulses were gone, leaving them both spent and drained.

Will lay there a long time, waiting to see if he was going to wake up at home, having had a particularly vivid wet dream, revealing hitherto-unknown homosexual urgings for his best friend. When Warren finally disengaged, Will felt an obscure sense of loss, but slowly levered himself up anyway. Silently Warren let him have the shower first, then directed him to the sofa bed. Exhausted and confused beyond measure, Will finally fell asleep.

The morning sun woke him up, and Will rose slowly. He sat there for a long time, staring at the floor. The floor where he and Warren had had sex the night before.

Finally he got up and padded to Warren’s bedroom. Warren was still asleep, entirely naked and bereft of any covers. His flame-tattooed wrists lay on his pillow, the rest of his body curled up. Will stared at him for a long time, trying to figure out what he should be feeling. That was absolutely incredible sex… But when I look at him, I really don’t feel any urge to jump his bones right now. As a matter of fact, aside from a little envy at Warren’s sculptured body, something he had felt before, most of what he felt was relief.

Warren looked peaceful, calm, satisfied. As he should when he was feeling all right, not torn up on the inside from urgings he could do nothing about. A single sleepy eye opened and looked at him, and Warren abruptly pushed himself upright. Guilt was thick on his face.

“Will… I’m so sorry,” he started to say, and Will put up his hand to stop him.

“Are you going to apologize for seducing me?” he asked. Warren nodded, looking stricken. “But you needed to seduce me, before you went ballistic.” Warren nodded again, his eyes suspiciously wet. “Well, it was a very good seduction.” Warren looked at him to see if he was joking, saw he wasn’t, and looked at him with wonder.

“I’m not going to lie to you, that was incredible. But unless you’re going insane again, we probably shouldn’t be in each other’s pants.”

“Will… God I know. I felt so damn weak having to ask you, but there was no one around that could handle me, and I panicked.”

“Well… Are you going to be all right now?”

“This was the first time this has happened in five years. If I have anything to say about it, it won’t happen ever again.”

“See that it doesn’t,” Will said, a twinkle in his eye.