Happy birthday, Tine!

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This was rped last week, and is quite random and has absolutely no plot... just character shmoop. <3

In which Piotr even subconsciously wants Warren's attention, and Keri in OOC compares glasses!Warren to Sebastian in Cruel Intentions (which I have cut out, but it makes for a nice image) -


Piotr was in the suite's small kitchen making popcorn. Making popcorn, it seemed like a simple enough task. Piotr knows how to use a microwave, he's done it countless times. Unfortunately tonight he's stepped away from the kitchen and disappeared into his room to watch (in rapt attention) a video file of a manatee. Enthralled with the utter cuteness that is the giant sea cow, he forgets to check on the pop corn. The microwave continues on past when it should, and with the help of the slow-spinning ceiling fan, the smell of burning popcorn wafts through the suite.

Warren has textbooks and papers spread over the small kitchen table, and has wire-framed glasses perched on his nose. He's used to Piotr rattling around the kitchen so he doesn't notice the microwave, or Piotr's disappearance . . . until the smell hits him. Without getting up or lifting his head from a book he hollers through the suite, "is something on fire?!"

Piotr looks up from his computer screen, the smell having not yet reached his bedroom. He glances back to the screen... cute sea animal. He looks back toward the door. "What about a fire?" he calls out in reply.

Warren finally sits back and sighs, looking back and forth from the microwave, emitting smoke, and Piotr's open bedroom door. He gets up and opens the microwave door, coughing in the wake of the smoke and smell of burned popcorn. He pulls the bag out with two fingers, and taking it over to Piotr's door, tosses it in the general direction of the bed.

Piotr looks over at the smelly, smokey bag of popcorn that lands on the floor next to the bed. Oops... He walks over, picks up the bag and deposits it in the metal trash bin. A guilty smile on his face, he next makes his way to the bedroom doorway and peeks out, "I am sorry, Warren... I did not know so much time had gone by. I must have set the microwave bad. I found a really cool video of a Manatee..."

Back at the table, Warren smiles down at his books. "Only you, Piot, would turn down food for a video about a sea cow."

Piotr leans on the door frame, "They are endangered. And they like to swim close to the top of the water, so sometimes the boat motors cut their backs. I think I would like to see a manatee someday."

Warren leans back in his chair, tipping it back onto the back legs, and grins. "I saw dolphins off the coast of the Hawaiian islands once, when I was younger. They were beautiful. You would love it."

Piotr smiles, gazing almost dreamily at Warren with those adorable glasses on. He finally replies, and pushes himself away from the door frame. "Someday I will see all of the world. That is what I have planned. Dolphins, too." He crosses the room, takes a bag of popcorn from the box to try again. "You can come with me..."

Warren snorts and watches Piotr move across the kitchen, hard muscle and flat surfaces under deceptively soft skin, so smooth and graceful for only eighteen years. Warren has been all bones and wiry muscle since he was thirteen, and he didn't feel completely comfortable moving his wings around until this last year. "You'd let me do that, huh?"

Piotr blushes, though if he tried to think of why, he wouldn't be able to. He fumbles with the plastic on the popcorn bag, "Well.. I mean, I would want you to.. if you wanted to... um..." He splits the plastic open and the popcorn bag tumbles to the floor. He leans over to pick it up, and quickly shoves it in the microwave. "You have probably been to most places though, right?"

Warren laughs, low and deep, and pushes back from the table. He stands, stretching his arms above his head, and walks up behind Piotr, sliding his hands under Piotr's shirt and along his waist until his hands are clasped on his stomach. He leans his forehead into Piotr's shoulder and sighs, and squeezes him gently. "That doesn't mean I wouldn't like to see them again. With you."

Piotr swallows hard, because he feels warm and his stomach is fluttering again.. it still does that. Part of him wishes it would stop, because he feels so much for Warren that it makes his chest ache, but part of him secretly loves it. He's forgotten the popcorn already, leaves the bag sitting cold in the microwave, and rests his hands over Warren's. "Where would we go first?"

Warren lifts his head enough to rest his chin on Piotr's shoulder, and smiles into the side of Piotr's neck. "Somewhere south, near the ocean. Where the water's always warm, and I can fly above the waves while you swim. Mexico, maybe; the beer is good, and the people are relatively nice."

Piotr smiles, moving his head to nuzzle Warren's. "That sounds nice... I have not been swimming very much, and I have never had beer. We should do things you have not done, too."

Warren moves until he's standing in front of Piotr, wings spread as he's wedged between Piotr and the counter, and runs the tip of his tongue over Piotr's lips. "We can do things I haven't done . . . whenever you want . . . "

Piotr's hands instinctively move to the small of Warren's back, holding him close. He opens his mouth to reply, but can't think what he wanted to say. He licks his lips, wondering if he can taste Warren on them yet, doesn't... he whispers, "I meant.. what I meant was..." and gives up, eyes close as he leans down to kiss Warren hard, arms tightening around him.

Warren kisses Piotr slowly, unrushed, ignoring the pulses of heat in his chest and in his groin. After a minute he pulls back and grins, thumbs hooked into two of Piotr's belt loops. "You meant, something other than this, right?" and he wriggles his hips against Piotr's and laughs, and pulls his body back an inch or two.

Piotr takes a few deep breaths as Warren pulls back. He can't help feeling like he's suffocating when they kiss and Warren is so close, but it's a nice kind of suffocation. He smiles, crooked and happy, "That is what I meant." He laughs softly with Warren, fingertips gentle on his back once more. "You make it very hard to not want to kiss you..."

Warren smiles again, and shoves his glasses back up his nose from where they've been threatening to slip off. "Well, we're in our own damn kitchen, you can kiss me if you want . . . or we can talk about you taking me on a trip to Russia one day, because I've never been /there/."

Piotr takes Warren's hands, "You want to come to Russia? I would take you, but even I have not been many places there... just our farm, really." He smiles sadly for a moment, and then tugs Warren over to their chairs to sit down. "I wish my parents could have met you... they would have loved you. And they would not have minded your wings either, you would not have to tie them down."

Warren waits until Piotr's settled on his bean bag chair before dropping to the floor in front of him. He sits with his back to Piotr and his wings spread slightly; when he leans back, Piotr's knees are holding him upright, and Piotr will rub his wings. It's a decent arrangement, for both of them. "Do you ever miss it? The farm, your family, any of it?"

Piotr starts rubbing his wings, it's relaxing and comfortable, and he knows Warren loves it. He considers a moment before answering Warren's question, "I do... I miss it all, a lot. Not the farm as much, it was.. a nice life. But there are so many things here that I would never know or experience back there. Mostly I miss my family. I was close to my parents... my brother. I am glad Illyana can be here with me, but what brought her here... " He pauses again, eyes downcast, before continuing, "And I was gone."

Warren leans back into Piotr's fingers and sighs. He slips an arm behind him and strokes Piotr's calf, and turns his head so he can see Piotr out of the corner of his eye. "I understand why Illyana's so important to you now. Not that I didn't before, but it's a little more clear now."

Piotr smiles softly, and leans forward and down.. kisses along the side of Warren's face. He nuzzles his nose in Warren's thick hair, breathing in his familiar scent. "She was the last one of my family.. but now, I have two."

Warren blushes lightly, and smiles back. His voice is thick and soft when he whispers back, "you're the best family I could ever have."

Piotr stops rubbing Warren's wings, and hugs him, holds him. He rests his temple to Warren's, and whispers against his cheek and the corner of his mouth, "I love you, Warren... I love you."

Warren tightens his grip on Piotr's arms, and turns his head enough to catch Piotr's lips. He kisses him softly, and smiles into his mouth. "I know. I love you too."

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