xp_logs | Sam and Piotr chat, and Warren shows up unexpectedly.

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Monday, late evening/night

Sam walks about a little, trying to loosen up before confronting Piotr to talk about God-knows-what. He approaches the door to his room, and takes deep breaths before finally knocking and calling out with a voice that sounds a little odd in his ears. "Piotr? Y'home?"

The reply of "da!" comes from inside the room, and a few moments later Piotr opens the door. His hair looks messy and he looks a bit tired, in fact, he looks like he just woke up. He yawns, and scratches behind an ear, "Hi Sam.. want to come in?"

Sam just stands there, not saying anything for a minute. "Um, er. I." Shaking his head, he gets his baring back and leans on the doorjamb. "You wanted to talk? Or is this a bad time?"

Piotr blinks, wondering why Sam won't come in. "Yes.. no, it is not a bad time. I was just reading and I fell asleep. I have been kind of tired." He smiles sheepishly, which turns unsure, "You do not want to come in? Are you busy?"

Choosing not to think about the implications of Piotr's tiredness, Sam steps inside the door. "No, no, I want to! I'm not busy, I just thought you might be. I didn't tell you when I was coming over or anythin'..."

"Oh, okay.." Piotr closes the door, and steps further into the room. He rubs at his eyes a bit. "That is okay, I just hoped sometime today. .. Do you want something to drink?" He pads over to the kitchen area, where several books and some paper are stacked on the table, he fell asleep studying.

"Sure, that'd be great. What've you got?" Sam looks around, a little furtively, not wanting to seem intrusive or anything. His breathing is shallow and his hands are still clammy, but his tone has gotten more relaxed.

"Um..." Piotr opens the fridge, and pokes around. "Coke, Sprite.. lemonade.. water. Or I can make you some tea or coffee if you want."

Sam cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, thinking and taking much longer at it than he really needed to. "Er, lemonade, please."

"Okay.." Piotr takes out two cans of lemonade, and offers one over to Sam. "You.. can sit down, anywhere.." Piotr forces a smile. He wonders why Sam is so nervous, it's easy to tell he is and it's making -him- nervous. That not-so-unfamiliar feeling of regret coils in the pit of his stomach, and he tries not to think about how bad he messed up by kissing Sam.

Sam plops down on the sofa, taking the lemonade from Piotr. He pops it open and gulps down about half the can in one go. Smiling, he decides not to beat around the bush anymore. "So! What'dyou wanna talk about?"

Piotr sits down in the seat across from Sam, opens his lemonade and takes a sip. "Well, I just heard that you had a date with Alison, so I wondered what you two did."

Shrugging and trying to ignore the screaming voices in his head, Sam puts his feet up and answers in what he hopes is a nonchalant voice, "Oh, well. The usual. We went to see Finding Nemo and then got some food and walked around, went shopping for a mandolin. Talked about a lot of stuff."

Piotr smiles, hoping Sam will relax from whatever's making him so edgy. "So it was good? You are both happy?"

"Yup! Very. 'Sall good. How 'bout you? Haven't heard much from you recently."

"I am good.. I love the summertime. .. Um.. I am sorry I have not been with you recently, I just thought.. maybe you would not want me to... I do not want to make you not-comfortable." Piotr looks a bit worried, and stares at his lemonade can.

Sam takes a deep breath, feeling himself relaxing, almost sinking into the couch. So that's what this is all about..."Oh! Piotr, no, hey. It's no big deal. I still wanna, y'know. Hang out and stuff. Do things. I just thought you'd wanna go do things with Warren instead, y'know?"

Piotr looks up, "I like to do things with Warren, but I still want to do things with you. Is that okay? I am not really sure of dating customs here. But... I never wanted to stop being your friend."

"No, yeah...That's great. I kinda," he shrugs, a lopsided grin on his face. "I kinda missed doing stuff with you, too. I mean. Alison's great and I love doing stuff with her, but she's. Well, she's not you, I guess."

The suite door bangs open and Warren walks in with his arms full of books and his teacher's bag over one shoulder. His glasses are shoved back onto the top of his head, and he doesn't seem to notice Sam and Piotr on the couch as he drops everything on top of Piotr's stuff on the kitchen table. "Damn, where is . . . " and he turns to see both men looking at him. "Oh. Hello."

Piotr grinned, and had started to reply with "I like d--" when Warren's entrance cut him off. His head turned of it's own accord, and his face practically lights up. "Hi Warren..."

Sam blinks, nonplussed by Warren's sudden entrance, staring after him as he drops his things and makes a general scene. "Uh. Heya, Warren! Where is...what?"

Warren comes into the living room and drops onto an ottoman, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He stretches his wings out behind him, and idly brushes the edge of one against Piotr's arm. 'Why, hello, Sam. Nice to see what you're . . ." and he shuts his eyes for a moment, cracking his neck, " . . . up to, these days." He raises an eyebrow at Piotr, and grins.

Piotr shivers slightly from the touch of Warren's feathers, and just from Warren's sudden presence. He shifts in his seat a bit, and returns the grin, "I asked Sam to come visit me..."

Warren turns his head to look at Sam expectantly, eyebrow still raised and a ghost of a grin on his lips.

Sam swallows audibly, looking from Piotr to Warren and back again, decidedly uncomfortable again. Much more so than before. "So I did!" He smiles, shifting on the couch, not knowing what he ought to do or say. Settling on one leg crossed over the other, he clears his throat. "Anything specific, Piotr, or did you just want to. Catch up?"

Warren ducks his head, swallowing a laugh, and drops his hand casually onto Piotr's knee.

"Yes, and I wanted to ask about your date.. also I was thinking maybe, if you do not mind, we could go into the city again. It was fun, so I just thought maybe you would want to." He smiles mildly, trying not to sound too hopeful, and takes another drink of lemonade.

Nodding, Sam takes a sip of his as well and tries to forget about Warren grinning at him. "Yeah, sure, I'd love to. When didja have in mind?" Failing miserably, he looks over. "And Warren, you wanna come too, or...?"

Piotr frowns a bit, he knows Warren doesn't like going into the city. He glances over at him to see what he'll say.

Warren coughs violently at Sam's question, and steals a sip of Piotr's lemonade before answering. His face is red and he's openly laughing now. "You know, I'm good to come . . . I mean, go, anywhere."

Piotr looks slightly baffled, "What is funny? Warren.. I thought you did not like going to the city...."

Sam raises an eyebrow, shrugging at Piotr showing that he doesn't understand what's funny either. "Well, it doesn't matter either way...I assumed you wouldn't want to go or else Piotr would just go with you... but whatever you like is fine."

Piotr looks a bit worried, "No, I like doing things with you, too, Sam..."

Warren stands at this, leaning over to quickly press his lips against Piotr's temple. "Exactly. And now, back to work. Nice seeing you again, Sam," and he strolls back into the kitchen.

Piotr looks after Warren, and then smiles a bit bashfully to Sam, deciding to answer his previous question. "Um... I did not have a time planned to go. Just anytime you are not busy."

Sam calls back to Warren "Yeah, nice seeing you too, 'sbeen a while..." He turns to Piotr again, confused. "Umm...was that a yes or a no?"
From the kitchen Warren yells back, 'that was a whatever you'd like, Sam."

Laughing, loosening up at last, Sam yells, "Oh that's a real big help! Thanks s'much!"

"I do not think he will want to go. It is not fun because of his wings."

Sam nods, finishing his lemonade. "Oh, okay..." He wonders why Warren can't use an image inducer like Alison or Kurt, but doesn't ask, assuming there's a good reason he doesn't know about. "So just us, then. "I'm not particularly busy anytime soon, so...anytime's good."

"Okay.." Piotr grins, and looks over to Warren again, "Are we busy this Friday?"

Warren raises an eyebrow from his seat at the table, and nods his head a little. "Buddy, I don't even /have/ straps anymore. I'd need to get them remade before going anywhere, and that'd take at least a week. You can always go into the city without me, though, and I can come some other time."

"I was not asking for you to come, I knew you would not want to. I wanted to make sure I did not have plans with you, if I was going to make plans with Sam." He scratches the back of his head, runs a hand through his hair to make it less messy. "I do not want to forget anything."

Warren laughs and throws a paper ball across the room at Piotr. "Ass. No, we have no plans on Friday."

Sam raises his eyebrows at Warren's first answer, but seeing that Piotr didn't take it badly, he figures that's just how they are with each other. He crumples the empty can in his hand and smiles. "Friday it is then."

Piotr smirks, and throws it back, "Your ass will be alone on Friday, then."

Sam snorts, snickering into his hand.

Without looking up Warren bats the paper ball away with his hand. "All night? Oh dear . . . it may be one depressed ass, then."

Sam leaps up at those words, tossing the can in the wastebasket "Okay then!" he calls, cheerfully though a little strained. "Umm! If that's all worked out I'll be. Uh. On my way!"

Piotr blushes slightly and mumbles, "Poor you," in Warren's general direction. He looks back to Sam, blinks a bit, and stands up as well, "Oh.. okay. I will see you tomorrow?"

Warren looks up, a huge smile plastered across his face. "Going so soon, Sam? That's a shame. Have a nice night. . . "

Sam can't help but glare a little at Warren, a sincere smile visible underneath. "Yeah, I have some work to do and I told Alison I'd help her finish up the fudge. See you tomorrow Piotr, and yeah, same to you Warren." He turns back towards the door and lets himself out, waving at Piotr as he goes.

Warren leans back in his chair again, loosening his tie and giving Piotr a meaningful look. "Now. Are you going to fuck me tonight, or what?"

Piotr turns away from the door, and crosses his arms with a smirk, "Maybe. What was all that about? Were you teasing Sam?"

Warren gets up from the table and crosses the floor to Piotr, pushing him up against the wall and burying his nose in Piotr's neck. "Yes, I was. Gotta problem with that?"

Piotr instinctively wraps his arms around Warren, holds him close, "Yes.. he is my friend..."

Warren raises his head enough to run his lips along the shell of Piotr's ear. "Sorry. Feeling rather . .. possessive tonight." His voice drops a little, but could still be heard through the door. "And I want you."

Piotr shivers, and runs his hands up the back of Warren's shirt, lightly tracing the skin around his wings, "I want you, too... every time you come near me.. it is not fair..."

Sam is leaning on the wall next to the door, trying to get his breathing back to normal. He can still hear their voices fairly clearly though he doesn't try to, and closes his eyes with a shivery sigh. Pushing off the wall before he can hear anymore he trudges down the hall away from Piotr and Warren's suite, eyes dull and feet heavy.