Warren & Wade | Sunday Evening (backdated)

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Warren and Wade decide to have a little 'fun.'


Wade turned the television off and ejected the DVD he'd been watching, carefully putting it back in its box, before collapsing on the couch with a contented sigh. Hours and hours of Bea Arthur on DVD for his viewing pleasure. He hugged the DVD and grinned. It had been a good day, all things considered - Amara had been late but Meggan seemed to enjoy the episodes they'd watched and he knew he'd had fun indoctrinating a new generation.

"You seem very attached to that DVD." Warren appeared in the door, something of a smirk on his face as he looked down at Wade. It wasn't often - or ever - that he came across some hugging a DVD.

"I am very attached to this DVD," Wade said, tipping his head back so he could look at Warren, a grin sliding into place. "Very, very attached." Then he quirked an eyebrow and asked, "Are you very attached to that doorframe, or are you planning on bringing your wing-ed self a little closer, Mister Worthington?"

"Not especially," he replied cheekily. "But I wouldn't want to interrupt your moment with your DVDs. It looks as if it should be a private one."

"I'll tell you what should be a private moment," Wade said, sliding the DVD onto the table and then crooking a finger at Warren. "You coming over here should be a private moment. And that private moment should definitely be taking place right about... now."

Warren smirked, pushing away from the doorway and crossing over to him, leaning down so his face was inches away from Wade's.

"You know, I'd agree," he said in a low voice, teasingly close for a kiss. "If not for the fact that there are kids who could walk past at any time." He pulled back again, offering his hand to Wade. "But there are plenty of places around that are far more private."

Taking Warren's hand, Wade used it to help him stand, then stepped in closer to Warren than was strictly necessary. Head tipped a little to the side, he let a very small smile play at the corners of his lips as he leaned in and said, "One of us would hear them, don't you think?" He didn't actually close that distance between their lips, though. They could say honestly that they weren't kissing. It was just that... this was just as intimate, in its way, breathing the same breath as they were.

"Not if I can help it," he replied, closing that distance between their lips for a brief moment. He honestly couldn't help himself, though he did pull back after a couple of moments.

"So what were you watching?" Warren said once he'd pulled away, taking a moment to take a breath and glance down at the DVD Wade had set aside. "The Golden Girls?" Warren hadn't seen that in... God, he couldn't remember how long.

"Bea Arthur," Wade answered, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Warren's trouser's for security's sake alone. Yes - that was his only reason for putting his hands there. Absolutely the only one. "She's my favorite. But she probably doesn't want to go with us when I drag you upstairs. We'll leave her in the living room. She has an innocence about her, you know. And there is... definitely nothing innocent about the things I want to do with you, Mister Worthington."

"Is that so?" Warren grinned, his hands finding their way to Wade's hips as he started walking backwards, drawing Wade towards the door. "I couldn't possibly participate in the corruption of the innocent, so it's probably best she does stay here." That wasn't entirely true, but he was happy to play along for now.

"That is most definitely so," Wade said, nodding. "Most." He kissed Warren again. "Definitely." Another kiss. "So." And then they were in the hallway, so more kissing would have to wait till the elevator or something, or they might run into the half-pint and he didn't want to have to have That Talk with her right now.

Warren's mind was racing through the more private places between here and Wade's room, and in the end, decided it was probably safer if they just headed straight there. Just in case one of the kids did come a-wandering. Instead he guided them towards the elevator, his wings extending slightly for a moment before moving to protect them a little from prying eyes. No one would immediately realize they were joined at the hip.

"I think you should tell me more, Mister Wilson," he replied in a low voice, playfully echoing Wade's formality from earlier.

"I plan on introducing you to my bed, Mister Worthington," Wade said, voice low enough that people passing probably wouldn't actually hear him. Probably. "I feel like you and my kitchen are on very good terms and you and my couch as well. I feel like it's time you meet the bed. Thoroughly."

"Your bed, hrmmm? I suppose that would be satisfactory." Warren pushed Wade up against the elevator doors, pressing the button and stretching his wings out so they definitely were hidden. He leaned in and kissed Wade hard, letting his hands start to wander while they waited.

A wall of white down surrounded them and Wade smiled into the kiss, fingers reaching out so he could brush just the tips along the soft, inner feathers of Warren's wings. The doors slid open behind him and he stepped backward, fingers still hooked over Warren's waistband. "You suppose that would be satisfactory? Let me tell you just how satisfying this is going to be."

"Alright then," Warren said with a smirk. "Tell me, just how satisfying will this be?" He pulled his wings in so he could join Wade in the lift, kissing down his neck as the doors slid closed behind him.

"So satisfying that you're breathless. Your fingers are going to be trembling. You aren't going to want to move, which is good, because even if you did, your knees wouldn't hold you up." Wade tipped his head to the side, caught Warren's earlobe with his teeth, and tugged. Then he grinned, the expression obvious in his voice as he said, "I'm going to keep you occupied for hours, Mister Worthington. Hours."

Warren groaned a little at the tug on his earlobe, pushing the other man flat against the back of the elevator and grinding his hips against him just before the doors slid open again.

"Let's see if you are that good," Warren said with a smirk, pulling Wade out of the elevator now that it was stopped. "I don't know about you, but I can last for a long time."

"Oh, a challenge," Wade said, grinning as he used his grip on Warren pants to pull him down the hall toward his suite. "I like it." He had plans. Lots of plans. "Let's see just how long you can last, Mister Worthington."