Warren and Wade | Sunday

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Warren and Wade meet in person, smirks are exchanged and offers of food are made. Until they get distracted.

Wade was tuning up his stalker camera, as he had come to call her, when he caught sight of something - or someone, given where he was currently living - coasting by the third storey windows and heading... somewhere higher up. Probably the forth floor. He'd done a good deal of exploring after he got here and there was a platform up there that people told him was for fliers. That meant - he checked again. White, fluffy feathers. Nice. The smooth guy from the journals.

Putting his stalker camera carefully away in her case, he headed for the door and then up a flight of stairs so he could see if Mister Warren Worthington smirked as convincingly in person as he did in his little pictures in the journals.

It was entirely possible he did. Warren was taking advantage of a break in the weather to fly, soaring around the school with something approaching glee.

It was, however, also time for him to call it a day, and after climbing higher than he'd really needed to, he wheeled back, heading for the fliers platform.

Wade was lounging in the doorway leading from the attic to the platform when Warren landed, arms crossed over his chest and a pleased little smirk on his lips. "Hm... yes. You said the wings were distinctive. I believe you now."

Warren laughed, shaking them out before folding them down against his back. "And you're even prettier in person, who would have thought it?" He smirked back at Wade.

Wade grinned. "Flattery will get you basically anything you want - but I'm guessing you knew that already." Pushing off of the doorframe, he offered his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Don't I wish," he replied with a twinkle in his eye. "But I'll remember that for future, and shamelessly take advantage of it." He shook Wade's hand, briefly but firmly. "Nice to meet you as well."

"Oh, shamelessness," Wade said, brows rising. "I like the sound of that." He tipped his head toward the doorway that led back inside. "Food?"

"Looks like we'll get along just fine then," Warren grinned. "And if you're offering to cook, you may just have won my undying devotion." Warren in the kitchen was usually a disaster.

"As long as you don't want anything fancy I'm offering to cook," Wade said. He could throw together a salad and make a mean burger, but he wasn't going to pull out a cookbook to learn how to make braised duck.

"Contrary to popular belief, I'm a man of simple tastes. And I'm not about to turn down a home-cooked meal." Most of the time he either ate out or ordered in, or he was eating with his parents, who tended towards elaborate meals created by their chef. Not dinners he enjoyed all that much. Warren smirked a little. "Where have you been all my life?"

Depends on how old you are, Wade didn't say. Instead, he just grinned. "You're not a vegetarian, are you? Cause that might kill the mood when I put a burger in front of you."

"Oh lord, not at all." Warren laughed at the thought. "I'll even eat chicken, though I've been told it comes close to cannibalism." Just because Warren had a system that occasionally resembled a bird's, didn't mean he ate like one.

"Excellent," Wade said. "Not the cannibalism, obviously, but chicken is delicious and my burgers are much awesome. You good with beer?" Because sometimes people weren't and it was always good to make sure.

"I'm starting to wonder what sort of guy you think I am," Warren replied archly. What sort of guy didn't like beer? "As long as it's a decent beer, sure. What are you offering?"

"I don't know what kind of guy you are," Wade said. "That's the point of the questions. And people have weird eating habits here, so it's always best to be sure." Always better safe than sorry. He opened the door to his suite and made a grand sort of gesture for Warren to precede him.

It wasn't like there was anything particularly interesting in the place. Just the furniture that'd been there when he arrived, the case with his stalker camera in it, and... that was about it for the main room. "Welcome to my humble abode."

"Point for you," Warren conceded. "My parents attempted to make a snob out of me, but truth be told, I prefer a good burger and beer over a gourmet meal any day." Warren made a terrible rich person sometime.

"Still in decorating stages, or not planning on staying long?" He glanced around, noticing the lack of anything really personal. Except for the case, which he was just... not going to ask about.

"Staying as long as necessary," Wade said, heading for the kitchenette. "I only just got here. Didn't bring much with me when I came." Turning to walk backward as he got into the kitchen area, he grinned. "I'll make it pretty later."

"Not a bad idea." Warren followed him in, his eyes moving up to meet Wade's now that he was facing him. No, he hadn't been looking at his ass, what are you talking about. "You'll find this place is hard to leave. And even harder to stay gone."

Wade considered that as he got the ingredients for the burgers out of the fridge. He'd never had any real trouble leaving and staying gone. It was finding somewhere to stay for long enough to accumulate possessions that wound up being his problem. Instead of addressing that, he turned around with a pound of hamburger in one hand, two eggs in the other, and said, "My eyes are up north, hot stuff."

"Are they?" He asked, the smirk back on his face. "Maybe it's not your eyes I want to be looking at. As pretty as they might be."

Deadpanning, Wade sat his ingredients on the counter and said, "Don't objectify me." He couldn't keep the smile from cracking his composure a moment later though.

Warren just laughed at that. "Alright, alright, eyes on your eyes." He paused for a moment, then grinned at Wade. "I suppose I shouldn't make any comments about how good you'd look in an apron." And... only an apron.

"Kind of a moot point, fly boy. I don't have an apron," Wade said, snorting as he dumped the meat into a bowl and then went about finding the things he'd need to season the meat. Garlic, salt, pepper, Worcester sauce. Delicious. "Besides, I'd put it on backwards, probably, and run around pretending it was a cape. That's just how I roll."

"That's a pity." Warren chuckled at the following comment, shaking his head as he moved over to the counter to just... watch Wade start throwing things together. "Superhero aspirations, or childhood regression?"

"I have to pick one?" Wade asked, gabbing a plate to put the meat on once he'd formed it. "Funny story," he said, not actually giving Warren a chance to answer if first question. "Ina Gardner told me to put a patty of butter inside my burgers to make them juicy - what the fuck? Even Paula Deen doesn't endorse adding butter to burgers."

"I don't really think they need it," Warren replied, bemused by the subject change. "But then I don't tend to have to worry about how much fat is in my diet."

"Burgers make their own grease," Wade said, rolling his sleeves up and then washing his hands so he could actually get them involved in the food preparation. "Not that I've got firm opinions on burgers or anything." Nodding over his shoulder toward the refrigerator, he said, "There's beer in there - some Belgian stuff, some German stuff, and some Canadian stuff. Take your pick."

"No, not at all." Warren smirked again. "But at least I'm in good hands." He moved, heading to the fridge to retrieve said beer, making sure he stayed out of Wade'd way. "What can I get you?" Warren wasn't about to help himself to Wade's beer without making sure the other guy had a drink as well.

"Some of the German stuff," Wade said, grinning. He formed the patties, washed his hands again, then pulled out a miniature, electric grill and set it up on the counter. Onto the grill went the burgers - they were going to be delicious. Wade was very much looking forward to them. "What do you do, Warren Worthington?"

The initial sizzle of the burgers on the grill sent a delicious smell through the kitchen, and Warren couldn't help but take a deep breath, taking a moment before turning to Wade to hand him the requested beer, and helping himself to one as well. "I'm a lawyer by profession," he said with a shrug. "But I'm working with my father in the family business at the moment." If Wade hadn't heard of Worthington Industries, well... Warren wasn't about to enlighten him in a hurry. "You?"

Wiping his hands off, Wade took his beer and then popped the top on the edge of the counter before shrugging. "Currently unemployed. I was in the military, though." Which was true, even if the information was a bit dated. Details - who needed them? He took a sip of his beer before continuing, "Been trying to get some powers stuff figured out for the past few months. Don't know what I'll do once I get that settled, though."

Warren - if he knew about Wade's life - would be pretty okay with not having those details. Not that he had any (general) issues with mercenaries, but it just did not jive well with the lawyer part of his brain. "Don't be surprised if you end up hanging around long after it's sorted out - Xavier's has this habit of being something of a black hole. Once you've been here.. it has you for life." This coming from someone who had been back and forth more times than he could remember. Even after years on another coast, he'd still been drawn back. There was a twinkle in his eye as he said it - there was a joking note in his voice, but he wasn't exactly joking.

Wade rested the small of his back against the counter near the grill and quirked an eyebrow. "You're not the first person to tell me basically that. I'm not sure how I feel about falling into a black hole." He smiled a little, though, and continued, "Of course, considering all the fascinating people I've met in such a short period of time, maybe I don't mind as much as I should." He very pointedly gave Warren a once-over.

"Oh, it can be a fun black hole," Warren said, flashing a vaguely wicked smile. "Definitely fun. And the people can definitely be worth it." Warren returned the once-over, even though he was already well acquainted with exactly how good Wade looked. How was this fair? Warren was pretty sure it wasn't.

Reaching over with his free hand, Wade hooked two fingers in the waistband of Warren's pants and pulled him in closer because he was pretty sure if either of them did much more appreciating, they'd wind up with chibi eyes or something and that was just slightly ridiculous. "So why don't you tell me just how worth it the people can be?"

"With pleasure," Warren said in a low tone, letting Wade pull him and leaning in further, completing the distance and pressing his lips against Wade's. He wasn't the type to let an invitation like that fall to the wayside, especially when coming from someone who was as pretty as Wade.

Wade liked it when people didn't beat a dead horse, as it were. Say what you mean, mean what you say, and follow through. Which was why, without breaking that kiss, he sat his beer down on the counter behind himself and reached for the cord hooking the grill into the wall. The burgers? Were probably going to have to wait for a while.