warren and jay: getting home

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After drinks at Harry's, Warren flies home, supervised by Jay, who then puts him to bed.

The wind bit into his cheeks as he kept his pace slow, weaving this way and that, left to right and catching the wind under his wings, flying much more gracefully than the person three wingspans in front of him. He kept his focus on Warren much like the way someone would walk next to their friend and have their hands hoovering incase that person fell. He could see the mansion slowly approaching and thankfully, they made it in one piece. Although he did have to admit, an impulse shook in his wings for every thrust they pushed him towards the bright white wings before him.

Warren Worthington, though he would never admit it, was a little bit of a lightweight. His system burnt through alcohol quite quickly - he hit drunk a lot earlier than most people, and he usually drank steadily enough to make sure he stayed there. It meant, in theory, that he could drink far more than the usual, but he still ended up pretty trashed in the end. Like he was now. He'd declined a lift of a taxi home, instead launching himself into the skies and muddling his way back to the mansion. If it hadn't been for Jay Guthrie flying with him, he probably would have ended up not making it, the hovering presence keeping Warren's mind on staying aloft. He landed (very clumsily) on the fliers platform, his feet not quite staying under him properly, causing him to lose his balance. Oh shit.

Jay's hand caught Warren's shoulder before his converse hit the ground. "Whoa whoa, where do ya think yer going?" he laughed as his wings contracted within him - a feat he hadn't meant for and urged Warren back a pace. When he took a step back, Jay caught his wrist, pulling him forward and caught Warren again. "Shit," he chuckled and stabilized where balance was being evasive. "Hang on," he said, paused and hovered his hands over Warren's chest, raising his eyebrows in question. "You okay?"

"Whups!" He said with a laugh, his hands reaching out and grabbing a hold of Jay's shoulders as he fought to regain his balance. "I'm just fine," he continued with a broad grin, not quite letting go of Jay just yet. "But who knows what I would have done without you here. I might have hit my head on the way down and never recovered." Lord, he had had a lot to drink tonight, hadn't he?

"Yeah okay," Jay said, patting Warren's chest, backing them up another pace. "C'mon, downstairs huh?" he said cheerily. "Maybe a pillow, a bed? Two Asprins to kill the hangover for tomorrow."

"I don't get hangovers," he boasted, almost tripping over his wings as he stepped back. "I bet I'll be sober by the time we make it downstairs." He grinned a little wickedly, leaning in. "Do I get to stay in your bed? I don't have a room here yet."

"Yanno, if you were sober and askin', we'd be singin' a different tune here," Jay assured him, although his smirk couldn't quite flatter. He guided Warren to the stairs, a challenge in itself and walked down first, letting Warren take one step at a time. On the third step, he slipped and Jay caught him, taking that moment to wedge himself under Warren's shoulder and hold him steady. "Sleepin' in mah room ain't really on the agenda," he continued once they reached the landing. "How 'bout a nice cozy guest suite?" he offered as he turned Warren down the hallway. Although then he would have to get someone to get a key and it was really early to be waking anyone. "Though Ah reckon a good ol' couch would suffice."

Warren sighed and huffed at the rebuff and the offer of the couch. "The great Warren Worthington, relegated to sleeping on the couch. How the mighty have fallen." People would kill to sleep with him! Or well, maybe not, but he certainly didn't lack for offers, even when he hadn't been available.

Jay couldn't help but laugh hard at this and he was threatened to lose his balance. "Oh good lord, if you start wailin' cause Ah ain't sleepin' with you, Ah'm gonna stuff Mcdonald's down yer throat in the morn and ruin yer six pack." The hallway was easy enough and for the most part, he would have let Warren walk on his own but a few trips had him think better of it until he reached his door. He let Warren lean on him while he punched in the code and the door clicked open.

"Allright," he said as he opened the door. "Paradise hell, welcome to mah room." Of course, recent catching up in homework, working nights and more homework saw the room fall into disrepair this week, especially after the latest team mission, so things were a little....messy.

"Pleeeease," Warren said, dragging out the vowels unnecessarily. "I don't wail about not sleeping with someone. People wail about not sleeping with me. I know you'll be crying into your pillow tonight, wishing you'd made a differ..." Warren trailed off mid-word, stopping suddenly in the door way as he looked around the mess the room was in.

"Good Lord, don't you know what a cleaner is?" So nevermind that Warren had always had to clean up after himself when he'd lived at the mansion. Four years out and having paid someone to clean the apartment he'd shared with Piotr had broken him of that habit.

A roll of his eyes was his only response. "Well, Ah reckon its--' the vacant door to the other suite was kicked open. "--nice to see that y'all havn't changed much." Yup, Warren was dropped unceremoniously onto the bed, side ways of course, like a good flyer he was. "Ah'd say this graduates me from being yer student," he declared at the foot of the bed, lifting Warren's leg and pulling off one shoe at a time.

"What?" Warren was a bit fuzzy on what exactly hadn't changed, he was too busy being horrified by the mess he was being led through. Sorry Jay. He finally managed to focus after he'd been dumped on the bed, catching the thing about being his student. "I think me propositioning you graduated you from that," he said with a smirk, propping himself up a little so he could look down at Jay properly.

Both shoes were chucked aside without any grace and Jay rounded the bed, very aware that Warren was looking at him like that. "You propositionin' me while yer drunk don't count fer nuttin' city boy. Now c'mon, gimmie yer coat and get under the covers."

"So if I did if while I was sober, I'd have better luck?" Warren grinned shamelessly at Jay before he started to move, struggling with the logistics of getting his coat off around his wings. Why did he even bother with it? The cold night air was nothing against skin that could stand the cold temperatures of the altitudes he flew at, and it would make getting undressed a whole lot easier. "I should go shirtless all the time," he announced, not bothering to explain the thought process that got him there.

"Then all 'em girls would lose their minds and we'd have an epidemic." Jay's hand did the hovering thing again and he waited until Warren was struggling bad enough that he knelt one knee on the bed, reaching over and helped get the jacket off the easiest way he knew how. He had wings just like Warren's and it helped that he knew the struggles of having said wings, especially where comfort applied and made a few adjustments to the pillows after tossing the coat over a nearby chair. It was only then he realized how attentive he was being, a slight longing for the wings on Warren's back to be red and not white.

"I haven't made a girl crazy in a long time," Warren mused, looking thoughtful before Jay helped him off with his coat and he got himself under the blankets. "I'm better with guys." There's another flash of Warren's shameless grin before he settled down to actually sleep. "Thanks Jay."

The remark snapped him out of his longing, although his hand brushed the wing faintly before he smiled. "Sure." Jay left him and paused before closing the door. "See ya in the morn." But him, he would be up all night, thinking about those wings, his old wings.