xp_logs | The fall out: Jay and Warren (Reply)

Jay's invited to Warren's new pad and innocent flirting turns ugly when Jay asks the wrong thing, trying to look out for himself.

Was Warren nervous? No, he wasn't. Giving someone a tour of your new apartment was not a nerve-wracking sort of thing, honestly. Even if he did want to jump the bones of the person in question. After much consideration, he'd left the balcony door unlocked (but not open), and was sprawled on his couch waiting for Jay to arrive. It was one of the few things in the apartment so far that Warren had chosen - it had a low back, making it easier for him to stretch his wings out. He had Lady Gaga blaring from the speakers around the apartment as he waited.

Honestly, Jay wasn't good at counting floors. Infact, he sucked at it. So flying towards Warren's highrise, he had to count twice before giving up on a third time and circling the building, hoping that Warren was in plain sight. A few floors up right? It couldn't be that hard but what gave Warren away was the fact that it was blasting mainstream through the closed doors and he caught sight of a pair of wings, unable to helphimself on checking out which fool was playing music so loud. Of course it was Warren. Of course.

He landed with ease on the railing and balanced there for a second before landing lightly on the concrete below. He adjusted his wings, pulling them in close so he didn't accidently tap the window and shatter it. "Hey War," he said as he opened the door, walking to the room and pausing just to kick off his shoes before he pulled the door close. "Sorry Ah'm late, They got busy at the last minute at work n' some stupid ass was hammered. You been waitin long?"

Warren grinned when he saw Jay arrive, pushing himself up off the couch in one graceful movement. "Not exactly," he said with a shrug, turning the music off with the remote before tossing it back onto the couch. Now that Jay was inside the apartment, he had a better view - all polished wooden floors and white walls, with taupe suade furnishings and brown rugs.

"Welcome to my fabulous apartment." He waved a hand, not sounding all that enthused about it.

"Wow," Jay said somewhat uncomfortably and walked forward a pace, lifting a shoulder to dig around in his pocket for something. "Looks... uh... well... Ah see what ya mean about the decoratin', but damn," he shot a thumb at the stereo. "Gaga? Bad taste War. Bad taste. Tryin' to fit in with the furniture?"

"Yeah, I think I'm going to redecorate, regardless of instructions. This is just..." Warren shrugged. "I don't know, some interior decorator was having an off day, I think." He frowned a little at the comment about the music. "What's wrong with Lady Gaga?"

"Nuttin'. She's a good artist but Ah reckon she fits in better with us youngin's, don'tcha think?" he teased, metallic wings pulled back as he walked further into the unit, trying not to make a face at the horrid colour of the suade couch. Instead, he averted his eyes to the kitchen and nodded. "Not bad, not bad," though it looked alot like the kitchenettes in the mansion, he wasn't going to say as much. Instead, he disappeared into the washroom, flipping on the light and whistled. "All stops put out here huh?"

"... I'm not that old, Jay," he said in a slightly sulky voice. Well he wasn't! Just because he was having a birthday soon, that didn't mean he was getting old. He wasn't even turning 30. "I've told you already, this apartment was not my idea." But, there was a jacuzzi there in the bathroom. Not that Warren was likely to use it in a hurry.

Jay came back around the corner, wings put away and his shoulders relaxed. "Kinky," he clucked at Warren in passing, raising his brows suggestively and caught the corner of the doorframe, swinging around into the bedroom. "Wow, all nice and neat, Plush even. Ah reckon you havn't slept here yet huh?"

Warren crossed his arms over his chest, following Jay around. "... the housekeeper came this morning." Which is really the only reason why it was look so tidy. Not that Warren was messy by nature, but his version of making the bed and the housekeeper's was honestly vastly different. There was also none of the taupe and brown furnishings in Warren's room - it was all white, white, white.

"Jesus, Ah feel like Ah'm in heaven," Jay said, running his hands over his thighs, to his hips and back around to his ass, pretending to look mildly uncomfortable. "And Ah'm dressed all wrong fer the occasion." He tossed a smirk over his shoulder, eyeing the king sized bed. "Wish mama could have afforded one of those when mah wings sprung. Sure as hell would have slept better."

"You know, I think I might be changing my mind about showing you the apartment. This was a bad idea." He looked over at Jay, fighting between frowning and smiling. "But the extra space does make it easier." He paused. "Especially when you're sharing that bed with someone else."

The pause made Jay pause and the brief looked they shared had a lot more behind it than a simple gaze, enough to fuel his sex drive for the rest of the night. He pushed his tongue into his cheek, breaking out into a full smile that lead to some disbelief at his own thoughts. Here they were, in a room with a nice big bed and Jay resisted. Why? He couldn't say why. Maybe now he just liked to play hard to get.

"No stains right?"

Now that was just cruel. Warren levelled a similiar gaze back at him, before quirking one eyebrow up before glancing back over to the bed.

"Would you like to inspect it yourself?" Because, bitch please. Like a Worthington slept on stained sheets.

"Easy there sweetheart. Don't wanna get your panties in a knot," Jay backed up a pace, holding his hands up in defense but he leaned over the bed and grabbed a pill, tossing it to the end. "Looks like ya never slept here. Here, lemmie--" he rearranged the pillows, made a mess really by shoving some on the floor and stood back, nodding to his work. "Thats better huh?"

Warren pretended to inspect the bed carefully, his lips carefully pressed together as he tried not to smile. Slowly walking forward to the bed, he leaned over and snatched the pillow on the end of the bed, using it to smack one of Jay's shoulders.

"I can think of better ways to mess the place up."

Jay gave him a look, dodging another blow by the pillow by jumping up on the bed. "Ah'm gay but Ah ain't flamin' enough to do the pillow fight shit," he teased. "But c'mon," he teased with a simple gesture of 'bring it'.

"Who's being an old man now?" Warren said with a laugh, tossing the pillow in his face. "And I don't think you get to talk about flaming when you're jumping on my bed like that."

Jay tossed the pillow aside and dropped to his knees. "Better?"

There was something of a strangled groan coming from Warren, and he just stood there, staring at Jay.

"You are trying to kill me, aren't you?"

Jay chuckled, climbing slowly off the bed. "Oh c'mon, it ain't that bad. Yer makin' it worse than it actually is." Or was he?

"No, no, actually. That would be you." There was a long look from Warren to Jay. As much as he'd like to close the distance between them...

"Are you hungry? I can order something in." Finding actual food in Warren's kitchen was a pretty big challenge.

"Yeah sure," he said, passing Warren by to leave the room, although hormones wanted him to stay. He headed for the kitchen, picking up the phone in passing and tossing it in the air like he would a bottle in his shows with Larry and Jen. "What do you want? Steak with some cream sauce, cherry on top?" he clucked and leaned back on the counter in the kitchen before he was able to hop up on it, bouncing his heels on the cupboard below.

There was something Warren wouldn't mind with cream and a cherry on top, but it wasn't steak. "I'm easy," he said with a smirk. It wasn't entirely the truth, but it came close. "Order whatever you like. And surprise me."

Easy wasn't the word. Warren was on the grill, hot and ready. "Steak it is," he beamed and dialed the number to a place he got frequently and kept his eyes on Warren, watching him from where he was perched. Jay hadn't even touched him but his dick throbbed, blatantly reminding him how easy he would be if they crossed that threshold.

Warren just wasn't keeping still - or looking too closely at Jay. Warren might not have much food in the place, but he did have plenty to drink. He wandered into the kitchen, heading to the fridge and pulling out of a bottle of beer. He raised it in Jay's direction with a questioning look - did he want one? Maybe if Warren concentrated hard enough on being a good host, he'd stop thinking about wanting to drag Jay back to his bed. Or maybe christening the kitchen bench. There were so many possibilities.

Jay waved off the beer, shaking his head because he was only one to serve drinks, not drink them. He did gesture for a pop however, mimicking the pull of the tab, hoping his sign language got through. He put in the rest of the order, adding a few small things on the side and turned the phone off, hoping he got the address right. "Ah didn't know yer buzzer number or the floor number, but they said they could read it off the board downstairs. They seemed to know ya, so maybe papa Worthington eats there a lot? It's a pretty good joint."

"That or the doorman will just buzz up." He looked a tad sheepish as he tossed Jay a can of soda. "I'm starting to get well known around the decent delivery places around here. I'm a bit of a disaster in the kitchen."

"That gives me more of a reason to come around, just to teach you to cook," Jay mused even though he wasn't at all good at cooking. "Hope you have an apron though." Nothing sexier than a man in an apron and he'd gotten that fantasy from thinking about Jean-Paul in one. God help him.

"Why do I need to learn how to cook?" Warren looked a little puzzled at the thought as he opened his bottle of beer. "There's always somewhere open to buy food. And I don't have an apron."

And he definitely wouldn't appreciate fulfilling a fantasy about Jean-Paul.

"Maybe Ah'll do the cooking and you can do the watching," he leaned over, punctuating the words.

Warren smirked at that, lifting the bottle of his lips. "Not usually much of a spectator, but that I can get behind." He took a sip of the beer, a mischievious light in his eyes as he kept them on Jay.

Behind? Jay's eyebrows rose and he leaned back, pointing at Warren. "Ah reckon maybe Ah should give you a front row seat."

"Now where is the fun in that?" Warren asked, a faux-innocent expression on his face. "I can't check out your ass if I'm watching from the front."

Jay set down his pop before he choked on it. "C'mon War," he started in disbelief. "Don't tell me you wanna see mah blue ass when you've got plenty down the street, clawin' at yer heels." Oh yeah, they were definitly on that again.

"And if I'd wanted any of them, I would have slept with them already, would I?" Warren might come across as the flighty (no pun intended) playboy, but as a necessity, he didn't have sex with people he didn't know well. There was too much at stake -- he wouldn't risk the chance of his mutant status coming out just to get his rocks off. And he was a little bit insulted that Jay thought he would.

He slipped off the counter and chose to lean back aganst it, resting his eblow on the edge before he picked up his can, looking at Warren suspicious. "How many people have you slept with?" he asked behind the cover of the pop cane, totally inappropriate question but he asked anyways.

"Round up if you have a problem countin'," he said in a less than friendly tone, bordering snark.

Okay, seriously. Seriously? Had Jay just said that? Warren put down his beer bottle, the slightly cool expression on his face turning down right angry.

"Seriously? You think. I seriously don't know what the fuck goes on in your head sometimes. I've just spent six years in a monogomous relationship, and you think I've somehow had the chance to be sleeping around so much I've lost count? Even before Piotr, I didn't have that luxury. Just because I'm a flirt, that doesn't actually mean I follow through with it. I can't, even if I wanted to."

Jay swallowed before he set his drink down and met the cool expression with his own. "Jesus Warren calm down. That was just mah point before. You know Ah ain't gonna tell anyone, so what's stoppin' you from promisin' the world at night and walk away in the morn? Huh? Yer damn near shameless when it comes to flirtin' and it's like ropin' me in with a piece of meat."

"Is that seriously what you think of me?" Warren was almost shouting at this point. He didn't often get seriously pissed off, but right now, he was there. "I don't know, maybe the fact that I'm not a callous asshole would stop me. But seriously, if that is what you think I would do, if that is honestly what you think of me, then you can get the fuck out of here right now. And don't bother coming back."

Jay turned his body slowly, bracing his hands against the edge of the counter every so carefully and could feel the press of his spine against the edge, nostrils flaring. Jaw clenched, his expression darkened and he pushed off the counter. In one fluid movement, his wings emerged and where his hands itched to connect with Warren's shoulders and ram him through the wall, his wings had a whole other inkling and both caught him, reigned up in so much control, he did nothing but glare and headed for the door.