xp_logs | Jay & Warren (Reply)

Jay and Warren go out flying and later on, settle down to have a half hearted talk.

"Hey!" Jay waved over from the middle of the field, even though Warren could quite clearly see him where he stood. He didn't wear the leathers like the rest ofthem, but clad in his usual jeans worn out at the knees and topless despite the cold weather, he never felt better.

The benefits of keen eyesight - you usually didn't have a problem seeing people. Which Warren appreciated, since he did enjoy spending a lot of time looking at them. He flashed a smile at the other winged man, similarly dressed in just a pair of jeans. He knew he'd have to start getting used to the uniform of the X-Men again sooner rather than later, but for now he preferred the denim.

"I'm going to get spoilt, living back here. Open skies to fly in, with a good looking man joining me. I don't know why I spend any time in the city."

"Well if ya keep dressin' like me, we're gonna start paintin' ya blue and callin' ya Jay cause that ain't right." For some reason, he expected some nifty suit like Jean-Paul, so seeing Warren in jeans, dressed down from his usual teacher-ish suit was something. It was almost domestic and he found he liked it.

"Hey, who's the older one here? I was rocking the whole jeans and wings look while you were still at elementary school." They were, however, definitely an item of clothing that made it out of the wardrobe fairly rarely. Appearances demanded a lot more polish from a Worthington, which is probably why Warren had brought them out now. The people at the mansion had given Warren a few tough lessons in how not to be a spoilt prat, and so it was here that he actually felt he could relax and be a regular guy for awhile.

"Ha! You might be tryin' to rock em' and you rock 'em good but Ah've been workin' this shit longer than y'all've been walking the earth, Ah bet. Last Ah checked, you was sportin' a suite and stuff." Although he never had any complaints concerning attire.

"I'll give you that," he said with a smirk. "I don't think I've ever seen you in anything other than denim. Not that it looks bad, but I'm sure you'd look just as great in something else." There was a teasing note in Warren's voice, and an appreciative look in his eyes.

"If yer tryin' to get me in a suit, you can kiss those aspirations goodbye." Metallic wings shifted out from his back and he walked back a few paces. "So you gonna keep flappin' those gums or are ya gonna let me show ya what Ah've learned?"

"We'll see," he said non-committedly. "And please, by all means. Let the showing off begin."

Jay crouched down like the devil's advocate and launched into the air, a grin plastered all over his southern features as he gained altitude and fed into the internal thrill of a chase. He looked down, building up his momentum as he climbed higher and higher, watching Warren briefly with keen eye sight before he arched in a loop and took off west ward.

Warren hadn't ever really watched anyone take off before - at least no one with wings, but he'd had plenty of people comment on what he looked like when he did. Watching Jay take off, he understood why. He grinned, launching into the air and following Jay, staying low so he could properly enjoy watching the other man.

Jay looked down again, just to see where Warren was and he was almost sorry the other wasn't giving chase. It was what made him pause in the air, cupping a hand to his mouth as the wind whipped his red locks away. "LESS GAWKING, MORE FLOCKIN'," he shouted, although he grinned, knowing how the distance must have warped that.

Oh yeah, that sounded exactly how you thought it sounded, Jay Guthrie. Choking on his laughter, the lazy beat of his wings suddenly became more forceful, Warren rapidly gaining altitude to catch up with the redhead. "Oh, is that how it's going to be?" Warren called back, a grin on his face. "You should have warned me, I would have left the jeans at home."

Jay flew backwards, climbing just short twenty feet from Warren as he whistled appreciatively. "What happened to you!" he called out. "Wearin' too many tight suits?" he asked teasingly. "Ain't gettin' the blood flowin right?"

Warren just laughed at that, shaking his head. "My suits are a perfect fit," he said with a mock pout. "I'm hurt you haven't noticed." He climbed a little higher, pushing himself to try and catch up with Jay.

Jay kept flying higher as the air around them grew thin,just keeping out of wing's reach from Warren. "Hard to notice when Ah'm ahead and yer behind." He coughed, clearing his throat. Oh he noticed, he just was awkward up close and personal. Just for good measure, he tossed Warren a wink and arched back, throwing his body into a dive. Withholding his keen because he was worried he'd scare Warren away on some mental flight level, he headed for the highrises and wipped around a building, playing tag.

"Maybe we'll just have to fix that then." Warren pushed himself higher and faster - he already knew Jay could fly faster than him, but that wasn't about to stop Warren from trying to catch him either. Warren wasn't about to let little things like that stop him.

Instead of speed, Jay used the buildings to weave through, trying an old mirror trick he liked to play with Angel. He angled his wings in flight, dodging around a building and trying to catch the light, reflecting off his metal wings and looping around, giving Warren's vision a blinding mirror effect as he scaled up along a building.

Momentarily blinded by the flash of light off Jay's wings, Warren had to turn sharply to miss careening into the side of a building. Nice trick there, Jay. Warren looped around so he was on a different side of the building, speeding up the side until he reached the top, arching up and over and heading back down to where he last saw Jay flying towards.

A pair of hands grabbed Warren's ankles and pulled him down, using momentum to throw Jay up and soar past Warren's front with a WhooHOO! of a wrangling cowboy before he broke off and arched left. "C'mon Angel! Ah know yer better than that!" he howled, using Warren's team name.

Warren just laughed as he tumbled through the air, catching himself and twisting midair to straighten himself up. Sharp eyes quickly sought out the other winged mutant, regaining the altitude he'd lost with a few strong beats of his wings. Arching around the building once more, he continued to spiral up, gaining a little altitude before diving in Jay's direction.

Swaying left, then right, he straightened out, tightening in his dive. He knew Warren was right behind him and on a gust of wind, Jay's wings fanned out, catching it and lifting himself up and backwards, towards Warren.

Warren used the change of direction against Jay, swooping in close to him. It was only the angle of his wings that prevented them from brushing Jay, in the end, Warren reaching over and tapping Jay on the nose. "Tag." Warren then curved away, pulling himself into a climb that took him far past the tops of the buildings around them.

Jay flew after him, always staying behind, looping around, mostly playing with manuvers that threw them off course and melted them in the dark. It was about three hours later before his converse touched down on the mansion's lawn in a jog and his wings folded up as he made a dramatic drop to the ground, throwing his legs up in the air in mock defeat.

Warren just laughed at Jay's melodramatic flop, lightly touching down and letting his wings fold down against his back. He couldn't keep the grin off his face - he'd been able to stretch his wings, really stretch his wings, and he had most thoroughly here. And he'd had fun doing so. "Is it my turn to be dragging your ass inside now? I might not be drunk now, but I don't know if I'm up to putting you to bed right now."

Jay's legs flopped to the ground, knees bent and waving them back and forth as he entertained being carried up to his room. "Nah," he finally said. "The grass is fine. They'll find me in the morn. Come sit down," he said, still trying to catch his breath. Jay's back arched with the way he laid there and half rolled to the side, propping one knee up while the other rested on the grass. Eventually he propped his head up and watched Warren. "That was some good flyin' there."

Warren was a little more graceful about joining Jay on the ground - he did have a little dignity to maintain, after all - going down on one knee before moving around to sit down, his legs stretched out in front of him as he flicked his wings out of the way and he rested back on his arms. "I haven't flown like that in years," he said with a bit of a laugh. "Haroun's a flier as well, but we never really took the opportunity to go out like that. And California is a little less used to people flying about like that."

"Well Ah reckon New York don't mind all that much cause Ah do it a lot. Ain't no one shot at me yet," he joked and gave two brushes under his nose to itch it, following up with a sniff. "You looked a little reserved back there til Ah grabbed yer feet and pulled that ol' trick on me. Ah almost forgot about that one. Guess you ain't as bad as you think you are," he grinned and kicked Warren's foot with his own.

"Always a good start," he said with a laugh. "Hopefully they will be just as amneable to a second angel in the sky, I'm not sure my father would appreciate having to explain me showing up to business meetings with gunshot wounds." He smirked and kicked Jay's foot in return. "Guess I won't have to do as much catch up as I thought."

It wasn't missed that he was still referred to as an angel but Jay said nothing. "How do ya mean? Ah know you was gone a long time but Ah reckon you still got 'em friends in high places right? Oh and 'manda was lookin' fer you that night you got drunk, princess. Maybe next time give 'er a call cause Ah think she was worried."

Warren shrugged. "It's been four years - even with the training at the annex, I haven't had the time to keep up my training to X-Men standards. Charles has no problem with me coming back to the team when I'm ready, but I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep up." He flashed a grin at the mention of Amanda. "Was she now? I might just have to do that."

With a roll of his eyes, he ignored that. "Ah reckon if you got yer lazy corporate ass outta bed, you could step it up and come runnin' with me. Sometimes Ah run into Lex on the way and Ah'd reckon it'd be good fer you to meet people." Good for him too, since his social calender dropped down to zero since school.

"Hey, I have a lot of late nights," he protested mildly. "And not just because I'm out partying all the time. It's hard to get up at 6am if you went to bed at 3 after a night of reading legal briefs." Things weren't quite that bad in Warren's life these days, but they had been for awhile. "Are there really that many people around here for me to meet?"

"Well Ah think so," he seemed amused by this. "But Ah reckon we have different agendas. They'll prolly think yer all this pretty Angel n' stuff. Not some paper pusher - oh hey, you thinkin' of teachin' again?"

"Hey now, big important lawyer slash heir to a multibillion dollar corporation here." Not that he liked to show. "I hadn't really been thinking about it. I enjoyed teaching when I did it, but that was a long time ago. And it really depends on how much my father needs me."

"Huh. Is that why yer back then? Cause of yer dad and not the xmen?" he asked innocently. It was the best way he could ask about Piotr without asking outright and being rude about it, or given away all the wrong signals.

"Yeah," he said, a little quietly. "He's getting old, and he's not as well as he used to be, and..." Warren shrugged. "It was time to leave California."

The last part caught him and he nudged Warren's foot but not in a joking manner. "It ain't all made it out it was huh?" he asked.

Warren though about that for a few moments, looking off into the distance. "There are just some things that even the strongest don't endure." It wasn't a can't, or a won't. There was just only so much a relationship could survive through, and his and Piotr's had found it's breaking point.

"Yeah Ah hear you on that one. If it makes you feel better, at least you have your money," he joked, although it seemed like a cold reminder of a lonely life, but from where he stood, having money was better than no money, but he still added to it. "And you have us Guthrie's to knock you off yer high horse and give you a nose bleed now and then."

Warren snorted at the comment about having money, then laughed a little at the comment about the Guthries. "Just what I need, the country bumpkins keeping me in line." The statement was delivered with a smile on his face, no malice underlining his words.

"Careful, you don't want paige after you. She's got a real temper when you hit the wrong buttons. Sam'll preach yer ear off like he was God's second born son and me, well, Ah'm just gonna take away yer pie privelages."

"Hey, Paige likes me," he said with a playful sulk. "Or at least she used to, I haven't spoken to her in a long time. And I don't remember Sam being that much of pain." Or maybe he had been, and the years had dulled it in Warren's mind. "But pie privledges. That's just cruel. What did I ever do to you?"