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It was a gorgeous late summer evening in the X-Mansion, and Warren was enjoying it to the best of his abilities. Meaning, watching a rocket launch on live TV with his friends beside him.
Warren fluffed up his wings, a desperate attempt to cool himself down. He loved summer, but it was definitely too hot to just be sitting around with a sweater on—even inside. His eyes flicked to the space around him and back to the TV periodically, and Warren tried to relax himself
“Pass me the popcorn!” Bobby whined, reaching across the coffee table. Scott rolled his eyes as Bobby grabbed the bowl immediately after asking for it. Hank huffed and Jean laughed under her breath.
Warren didn’t know too much about this rocket launch, but from what Hank and Scott had said about it, it sounded incredibly nerdy. The only part that intrigued Warren was the fact that a 16 year old was going to space, just a few months younger than Warren was.
Whatever it was, Warren had got the gist. Four astronauts going into space to do some research, the average launch, from what Warren had gathered. (Though, Hank insisted it was a scientifically important feat.) To be honest, all Warren cared about was relaxing with his friends and waiting for the lake day tomorrow. That was going to be a lot of fun.
“Launch in T-Minus ten minutes.” Scott repeated, as if thinking everyone in the room hadn’t heard the TV. Warren rolled his eyes, but didn’t complain. He knew Bobby probably would.
“We heard.” Bobby came in a second after the thought, his eyes rolling just as Warren’s did. Scott scowled, but ignored him.
Warren was sat between Hank and Bobby, with Bobby to his far right hanging dramatically off the leather couch. The Professor was grading some assignments in his office, and Jean and Scott were close together like they always were.
It was nice, really. The sun was slowly descending and they were all spread out comfortably on the large leather couch. Well, most of them. Jean and Scott were on the loveseat to the left of Warren.
Speaking of Warren, he was sitting comfortably in the center of the leather couch. His wings were spread out in a relaxed manner with them being tucked in ever so slightly to not affect anyone else’s space. His light gray feathers shown under the artificial light, and Warren was quite contempt with his position.
“Just warning you guys.” Scott replied, a little mad at Bobby. Partly because he had screwed up as Scott’s lab partner, but Scott didn’t try to show that.
Bobby nodded, but didn’t acknowledge Scott any longer. Even if he knew just as much about the launch as Warren, his eyes were glued to the TV. Warren was, too. Maybe it was because of the fascinating group of astronauts on board, but it didn’t really matter.
…
Ten minutes later, everyone cheered when the rocket took off successfully. Warren grabbed a handful of purple chips and gnawed gratefully, viewing the snacks in front of him.
“Lemme get some of those.” Bobby murmured, locking gray eyes with Warren’s stormy blue ones. Suddenly feeling bored—and quite mischievous, Warren rolled his eyes.
“Come get ‘em.”
Warren raised the bowl above his head, trying carefully not to spill its contents. Bobby huffed, trying to reach above Warren without standing up.
“Hey! C’mon, this isn’t fair.”
“You’re not even trying, Bobby.” Hank gave, watching the brunette reach lazily for the chips. Warren snickered at the remark. Bobby grimaced, predictably.
“Whatever,” suddenly, Bobby poked Warren’s side, causing the taller boy to falter. He tried his best to not spill any chips without falling, but inevitably, one or the other was bound to happen.
Or—both.
The bowl fell straight onto the couch and the chips spilled all over the leather. A mess, yeah, but easily cleanable. Warren cursed, shooting a glare at Bobby. Bobby held up his hands defensively, before grabbing as many chips as possible.
“Guys!” Scott scolded. Under his glasses, his eyes swapped between the TV and the pair of idiots beside him. Both Warren and Bobby rolled their eyes with Bobby crossing his arms like an upset toddler. “Stop messing around!” He glowered before rubbing the space between his brows. Jean lifted some of the chips back into the bowl with her mutation, helping Warren with the easy clean-up. He mouthed a ‘thank you’ from across the room.
“Sorry, mom.” Bobby huffed, biting into a chip. Warren shot him at stern look, warning him to not escalate the situation. “What? You were the one who provoked me!”
That was true, but Bobby sounded so childish that Warren couldn’t take him seriously. He just narrowed his eyes and watched as the rocket rose higher and higher.
…
The next day was Saturday morning, and Warren had gotten up extra early in order to fly before dawn. Like usual, he took off from the roof and circled the school before diving just above the fields of the grounds.
Warren loved Saturdays. Maybe it was something about not having to work on assignments, (Okay, it definitely was) or the fact that it was the weekend in general, but he loved them.
When he landed an hour later, only Scott and Hank were away. Idly lying on the kitchen barstools, drinking what looked like coffee.
“Good morning,” Warren said, notably cheerful. Scott turned first, and then Hank. “I thought you guys broke the coffee machine?” Warren asked.
Hank shook his head. “That was Bobby.” He stated.
“Ah.” How could Warren forget?
“What about me?” A groggy Bobby asked, walking into the kitchen. Jean was right behind him, way more noticeably awake.
“How are you up?” Scott asked.
“Thank you for asking, Scott,” Bobby mumbled, obviously going to rant. “I’m up because SOMEONE was flying oddly close to the house. At 7:30 AM!”
Warren rolled his eyes. “Just say you aren’t fit for early mornings. Don’t you sleep like a baby?”
Bobby looked like he had just been accused of murder. “Hey! I get up normally every other day of the week, just let me get my weekends to sleep until at least 10:00 AM.”
Warren shrugged, choosing not to escalate the situation. Not that there was much to escalate, Bobby was just tired.
Instead, he sat down at a barstool, next to Jean with an empty spot next to him. Of course, Bobby sat down at the empty seat, but Warren didn’t pay any mind to him.
“What’re you guys drinking, anyway?” Bobby asked, pointing a finger at Scott and Hank on the other side of the island. Scott huffed dramatically, but Hank spoke.
“Coffee.” He stated.
“Can I get some? I’m so tired.” He replied, a little giddy. Scott shook his head.
“You broke it last time, Bobby.”
“Well then someone could make it for me!” Bobby exclaimed. Warren sighed. “How about you, birdie.” Bobby said, watching Warren roll his eyes.
“You just complained about me waking you up.” Warren retorted, spreading out his wings behind him. Bobby glanced at them, and then back at Warren.
“Alright, I guess I’ll just use the machine myself—“
“Warren, help him.” Jean gave. Warren sighed.
“Why do I?—“
“Just do it.” She grumbled, rubbing her eyes. “He’ll break it again.”
Warren stood up with a grumble, walking over to the machine. While the coffee was brewing, he looked back at Bobby’s place on the island. He mouthed a ‘thanks birdie’ and Warren rolled his eyes, facing the pot.
He was getting tired of Bobby’s childishness, but he couldn’t exactly complain. Whatever, Warren thought, placing the mug in front of him with his fist clenched. He’ll drop it soon.
On Sunday, he didn’t drop it.
Their whole class had planned a lake visit, going 5 hours upstate at the crack of dawn to get to Lake Placid, New York. The whole ride up was filled with trivia from Hank, specifically about the 1980 Olympics at the place. Warren didn’t pay too much attention to it, but he enjoyed his trivia nonetheless.
Much of the ride was spent on his assignments, all the while listening to his 10 hour playlist through his iPod. Warren had always loved car-rides, but honestly, he wished he was flying. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make it as fast as he could driving, but it would be nice.
During the middle of All I Wanted Was You by Paramore, Bobby fell onto his shoulder. Warren immediately took notice of it, watching his slim figure rise and fall through his breathing. Warren wouldn’t have cared any other day, but his binded wings made it hard to breathe with Bobby on him. And he was still pissed from yesterday—and Friday.
Warren lightly pushed him off, shivering slightly as he made contact with his icy skin. Bobby stayed in that position for a few minutes, but then immediately fell back on Warren’s shoulder.
This process repeated a few times, before Bobby grumbled a little. Warren decided he didn’t want to deal with him, so he let him snore on his lap.
Even though Warren was mad, something was kind of cute about a sleeping Bobby. Even if he could be kind of a dick sometimes, he looked so peaceful that Warren didn’t complain.
Plus, he didn’t want to wake up Jean, who was now snoring next to Bobby in the back row.
He could wait. He still had to listen to a lot of music, so it wasn’t the worst thing to happen to him.
Still. Bobby was a little annoying, especially since Warren’s lap was abnormally cold now, but wasn’t he always?
…
When the car-ride ended, Bobby had just woken up.
“Warre—shit.” He grumbled, raising himself off of Angel’s lap. For being cold all of the time, he looked pretty flushed. “Why didn’t you try to pull me off of you!”
“I did, but you kept falling back.” Warren retorted, a low grumble in the back of his throat. Bobby exhaled sharply, his lips pulled into a tight line.
“C’mon, lemme warm you up—!” Bobby placed his hands on Warren’s lap, but Warren grabbed them, stopping him.
“You’re not going to help, you’re always cold.” Warren stated, not in a particularly bad way. Still, he immediately noticed himself holding Bobby’s hands, and dropped them, turning to face the station wagon’s window.
“Stop fighting,” Scott grumbled, the Professor nodded. Warren bit his lip and his wings twitched in annoyance.
“Just enjoy the day, you two.” The Professor commented, parking in a space close to the water.
Warren rolled his eyes. Fine, I’ll enjoy it. He thought, taking out his wired headphones.
…
Warren loved the beach, but it was kind of annoying when you couldn’t have your wings out.
He was wearing a baggy band tee with long dark blue swim shorts. His wings, however, were bound tightly to his back. Because of the amount of civilians in the area, Warren couldn’t even risk it.
The air was warm for late summer; a twinge of oak falling into the breeze. Warren had always loved upstate, especially during summer.
He followed Scott and Hank to the brown-sand beach, sitting down on the towel he placed.
“Aren’t you going to swim?” Jean asked, gesturing towards the lake.
Warren nodded. “In a minute, I’m going to tan first.”
Jean made a wary face, then nodded. “Gotcha.” She finished, taking off her cover-up. She walked towards the water with Scott and Hank slightly behind her.
“Hey! Can you hold these please?” Bobby asked, dropping a beach bag beside Warren. Sand splattered on his face, and he grimaced up at the brunette.
“Didn’t really have a choice.” Warren grumbled. Bobby shrugged, applying as much sunscreen as possible. Hank had found out that because of his mutation, Bobby had to wear way more sunscreen than the average person.
After a minute, Bobby spoke again. “Hey, can you get my back please? I can’t see.”
Warren bit his lip in annoyance. “Why couldn’t you just wear a beach shirt or something?” He asked, a complaining tone riddling his words.
“Didn’t want to hide a bod like this,” Bobby joked. This prompted Warren to look down at his slightly toned muscles—maybe for a little too long. “Uh, you alright?”
Warren reddened, snatching the bottle of sunscreen from Bobby. “Fine, whatever.” He glowered, facepalming.
Warren tried to complete the task as quickly as possible, but every time he quickened his pace Bobby sniffled, like it had hurt him.
Warren’s eyes softened curiously, tilting his head at Bobby’s little noises.
“You alright?” He asked, slowing down to stop him from shaking. “Are you hurt, or?”
“No-no.” Bobby stated, biting his bottom lip. “Your hands uh-they’re—warm?” He answered.
Warren knew he was lying, but he wanted to get this done with so he could tan.
“Alright. You’re good.” He said. Bobby turned around, his blue eyes meeting Warren’s. He smiled politely.
“Thanks, birdie.”
Warren rolled his eyes. “Okay leave.” He shoved Bobby, hissing when he felt his palms cool down from the impact. Bobby turned around and laughed, then raced for the water.
Now he could finally tan in peace. The Professor was at the lakeside bar, and all of his friends were in the water. He needed this, since he didn’t get any sleep on the long car-ride.
Plus, it was a nice day.
…
Warren actually slept on the car-ride back. Well, for five minutes. He woke up the second Bobby started rambling about there was a complication with the rocket launch, and this started a heated conversation between him, Scott, and Hank.
Warren grumbled, taking out his headphones.
“—And I think they’re going to have an emergency landing in a few hours! It’s just so weird, I mean—“
Warren rolled his eyes. “When did you get so into this rocket?” He asked, his tone accusing for many reasons. Bobby gave him a sideways glance, clicking his tongue once.
“Last night. It’s big news.” Bobby stated, continuing to ramble. He actually managed to hit Warren in the shoulder a few times while he yapped. Warren turned away halfway through the rant went Hank went on about aerodynamic logistics, turning back to his iPod and the changing landscape of upstate.
They would be back at the X-Mansion soon, and Warren wouldn’t have to worry about his personal space being invaded.
…
The next day, Warren had struggled to get out of bed. He was glad they had the day off for Monday, especially since he was too lazy to even fly one lap around the grounds. All he did was wobble to his desk and research the crash landing of the craft, which Bobby had insisted was quote, “actually not nerdy like Scott and Hank made it seem.”
Warren didn’t really believe him, but it was intriguing to see Bobby so excited about something like this.
He opened his computer to the news outlet and almost choked on his stale water. Apparently, the 4 astronauts who went on that mission came back with superpowers. Warren gaped at the page, falling into a rabbit hole about the crew.
After an hour of starring at newly created Internet forums, Warren finally decided to get out of his room. He slipped into a casual outfit with sweatpants and a baggy shirt and flew out of his bedroom window, finally stretching his wings.
With a few quick flaps, he took off, gliding down in a few twists and turns to the open kitchen window. He landed inside gracefully, checking the clock on the wall.
12:18 he read, watching the longest hand tick. No one was in the kitchen besides Jean, who was baking brownies.
“That smell so good.” Warren spoke, huffing in the sweet air. He could tell a batch was baking, and she was working on a second.
Jean smiled at Warren, mixing ingredients. “Thanks!” She exclaimed, pouring in sugar.
Warren walked over to the fridge and grabbed himself some vanilla yogurt as well as a spoon from the drawer. Just after he started eating at the island, thoughts of the astronauts came back to his head.
“Hey Jean?”
“Hm?” She responded.
“Did you hear about the super-powered astronauts?” He asked, finishing the yogurt.
Something flickered on Jean’s face and she looked up to face Warren. “Yeah—you should’ve seen everyone down here earlier watching the news,” she explained. Warren’s features turned to curiosity. “Bobby was rambling—like always, and Hank was nerding out—also, like always.” She poured in a small amount of vanilla extract, then added more. “Scott looked cautious about their whereabouts, but I think they’re good.”
Warren stiffened. “Whereabouts? Does he think astronauts are going to be supervillains, or something?”
Jean shook her head. “You know him, he’s always cautious.” Warren nodded. “And then Bobby—“
“What about me?” Iceman wobbled into the kitchen, wearing an oddly loose shirt and shorts. Jean smiled.
“How you reacted to the news this morning.” She clarified. Bobby let out an ‘ah’.
Warren’s brows furrowed amusedly. “What time was this?”
“Around 9:30.” Bobby gave.
“And you blamed me for waking up early on Saturday.” He retorted, crossing his arms. Bobby shrugged aloofly, like he always did when he was wrong—or didn’t care.
“Nah, Hank just told me about the news and I had to get up,” he explained. “Even though I already knew last night.”
Warren sighed. “Yeah, you told me at 2:00 AM.” He huffed. Bobby shrugged again. “Why do you like them so much again?” He asked.
Bobby rolled his eyes. “They’re called The Fantastic Four, at least according to the blogging websites I went on.” He told Warren. Warren shifted his wingspan to be closer towards him, flexing his feathered muscles slightly. Bobby’s eyes seemed to wander for a minute, but then he started his ranting again. “What about you, Warren? Did you investigate them?”
“Yeah, actually.” He replied. “It’s kind of interesting, but you still didn’t answer my question.”
Bobby sighed. “It’s because Johnny Storm is our age, Warren!” Warren almost laughed at the frustration in his voice. “Don’t you think it would be cool to meet him? He already has, like, 2 million followers on instagram.”
Warren clicked his tongue. “That’s because he’s an astronaut, Bobby. Not because he has powers.” Bobby opened his mouth to retort, but Warren continued. “Also, we already have powers.”
“Yeah, but not 2 million followers!” Warren rolled his eyes.
“I have, like, a lot of followers, too.”
“That’s because you’re rich, not a mutant!”
“No shit! People hate us.” Warren added a laugh to those last words. They didn’t sting anyone in the room, but Bobby backed off, anyway.
“Whatever, I’m going to put on this aloe.” Warren looked down at the green bottle Bobby had been holding. “Cya in a bit, birdie!”
Warren took a moment to make sure Bobby was gone before speaking.
“He is unbelievable.” He sighed, his wings twitching ever so slightly. Jean had an iffy expression on her face.
“Y’know it’s his personality.” She gave, pulling the first tray out of the oven with her abilities. Warren’s mouth watered slightly.
“I guess.” He muttered. “He’s just been—pissing me off this whole weekend,”
Jean shrugged. “Teach him a lesson, maybe?”
“I wouldn’t punch him! I don’t think I want my wings frosted over.” Warren defended.
“No,” she added. “Something to make him stop being—annoying, or whatever he’s being doing to you.” Jean sighed. “Look, I don’t have any ideas right now, maybe just annoy him back?”
Warren thought about it. “Yeah, sure.” He grumbled, walking towards the stairs.
“Actually don’t—!” Jean called, but Warren was already flying upstairs towards his room. Maybe he could just ignore Bobby, then he wouldn’t be able to do anything.
Actually, that sounded pretty good.
…
The next few hours were spent listening to music, watching cryptid conspiracy videos on YouTube, and playing some indie game. Warren enjoyed being alone, especially since he was used to it in his father’s household, but at some point he got bored and walked out into the hallway.
Warren leaned against the wall, running his dominant hand through his blonde locks repeatedly. He pulled his headphones off when he heard a crash-like noise from down the hall.
Bobby’s room.
Holy shit, what did he get himself into. Warren glided over to the doorway and swung it open, starring at the messy room before him.
In front of him was Bobby on the floor with a chair in his room toppled over. Books crowded the floor, and he looked a little shocked.
“Oww..” Bobby grumbled, rubbing his head with an icy hand. It was like a makeshift icepack, funny enough.
“You alright?” Warren asked, concerned for his friend. Bobby turned his head towards the doorway in an instant, an awkward, shocked expression on his face.
“Sorta,” he replied. “I’ve been procrastinating aloe-ing my sunburns, and now I’m too lazy to do it myself.”
Warren sighed, rubbing his brow.
“You just fell off a chair.” He said, looking down at Iceman. Bobby blinked.
“Oh, yeah, and that.” He murmured. “Yeah, no, the sunburn part was more of a problem.”
Warren sighed, rubbing his brow again. “Alright, what do you need?” Warren wanted to get this over with as quick as possible. He had already over-applied sunscreen on Bobby’s frosty back for long enough.
Bobby stood up from where he had fallen. “You see that bottle?” He pointed to the dresser behind Warren. He grabbed it, holding it in his hand and nodding. “Could you, uhm—apply it to my burns? Here,” Bobby laid down on his stomach, lifting his shirt above his head. “Okay, now work your magic, birdie.”
Warren rolled his eyes, opening the green bottle with a ‘click!’. He poured a generous amount into his palm and watched Bobby’s back for burn marks. He found them easily, obviously, but he couldn’t help but stare at the little freckles that lined his upper and lower back.
He took a moment to look down at Bobby. No—he wasn’t starring at him in a real way, he wasn’t afraid to do this for him—no, he was just— he didn’t know, actually.
And he didn’t want to think about the tight, awkward feeling in his gut right now.
“You ready?” Bobby asked. Warren sighed, quietly enough for Bobby not to hear him.
“Can’t you just—ice up and heal it?”
“Not how it works, Angel.” Bobby blurted, turning his head slightly to look at Warren. His left cheek laid on the bedsheets while his right one was leaning upwards. Warren blinked. Bobby smiled. “You gonna help me?” Bobby attempted to wink, but with his cheek still smushed, it didn’t work.
Warren’s cheeks went pink, and he turned away. Angel cleared his throat, still holding the cooling aloe on his hand.
“I already agreed to this, of course I am.” And of course Warren couldn’t humble himself, as a Worthington. Or maybe just as himself. He couldn’t really tell.
Warren laid his hands on Bobby’s reddened skin and was immediately surprised. He had been bumped by Bobby before, and he knew he was cold, but because of the burns he was strangely hot. With a curious, worried expression he spread the liquid, making sure to use his fingers as softly as possible.
Below him, Bobby had gone silent. Because of their closeness, Angel could feel how rigid Bobby got at specific spots and how his muscles loosened in others. With this knowledge, he made sure to take extra care on the spots that hurt Iceman, being the rigid ones. (Though, Bobby wouldn’t admit they hurt, Warren knew they did.)
Slowly, for some reason Warren went slowly, he finished with the aloe. Once he was done he lifted off of Bobby, sitting on the other side of the bed.
“Let it dry.” Warren spoke, watching Bobby almost lift off of his bed.
Bobby lifted his hands to show that he got the memo, but since he was lying down, it looked stupid. Warren snickered.
Bobby’s lips straightened. “Can’t you dry it with your wings?” He asked, his tone almost clueless.
Warren could. But he didn’t really want to.
“Am I your servant now?” Warren chuckled, stormy blue eyes sparkling. Bobby giggled, but it was muffled by the quilt below him.
“Are you?” Bobby dared to say. Warren rolled his eyes, suddenly remembering everything he’d done in the last few days. Warren narrowed his eyes slightly and tilted his head. Bobby sensed the movement and turned towards him.
Warren hummed in disagreement. Bobby paused before speaking again.
“You still have to get my stomach, by the way.”
“Okay, I’m drying it to get done with this quicker,” Warren flapped his wings, facing Bobby’s back. Bobby chuckled at the remark.
Gusts of air hit the skin and the aloe grew dry. At some point, part of Angel’s wing hit Bobby’s back, and he snickered.
“What was that?” Warren asked amusedly. He watched Bobby tense for a second before speaking, Licking his bottom lip before he did.
“Uh, you just hit a burned area.” Warren knew he hadn’t, but he assumed it was just because of Bobby’s powers that he had made the noise.
“Ah,” Warren pressed his wings back to his rest position, nodding at Bobby. He lifted off of the bed and sat upright, scooting back to sit against his headboard. “What now?”
Bobby hesitated unnaturally, then gestured to his lower abdomen. Warren sighed dramatically, and Bobby chuckled again.
“Making me do all of the work.” Warren told him, a light smile on his face. Bobby copied his features.
“You’ll do it?” He asked, blue eyes sparkling back at Warrens. He was gonna do it regardless, but something about Bobby’s eyes made Warren want to do it. No—he was just being weird.
“No shit,” Warren breathed, grabbing the bottle of aloe again. Warren couldn’t help but stare at Bobby’s slightly toned build. He opened the lid and poured the liquid out, the same ‘click!’ happening.
Warren felt his heart beat faster—and that was weird. Something about looking at Bobby while doing this felt..more intimate. It was scary, almost. But nothing worse than any of the goons him and the X-Men fought. Of course this was a different threat, but—
Focus, Angel. He thought, it was so loud in his head that he almost heard it aloud.
“You good?” Bobby’s eyes softened even more than they already were. Angel nodded.
“Yeah, are you with those sunburns?” Warren replied. Bobby chuckled again, and Warren listened to the sound of it as intently as he could.
Warren licked his bottom lip and scooted forward, keeping his head down. Slowly, he applied the aloe to Bobby’s burn.
Luckily, it was only on one spot on the left side of his stomach. Still, it was pretty large, and the reddened area did not look good. It had the same hot feeling, and Warren felt bad, thinking about how bad it must sting.
Bobby tensed again, and Warren stopped.
“Are you alright?” He asked. Bobby nodded.
“Yep, I’m, uh, great.” Bobby replied. It wasn’t exactly common for him to stutter, but it wasn’t exactly rare. Still, it was weird—for the situation.
Warren just nodded in response, bringing his fingers back to Bobby’s abdomen. The second he brushed it Bobby twitched, and Angel raised a brow.
“Are you sure? You can tell me if you’re hurt.” Bobby shook his head excessively at the comment. Warren knew something was up. “Bobby.” He warned. Iceman just gave Warren a hesitant look.
“I’m fine, I promise.” He urged. It clearly didn’t persuade Warren.
“Then why are you so nervous about that burn? C’mon—let me look at it.”
Bobby seemed to hesitate again, but he knew Warren would make it a big deal if he didn’t let him help him. He begrudgingly paused, rolling his eyes dramatically.
Warren brought a hand forward and felt the spot.
“See? I’m fi—hinine—“ he giggled, trying to move away from Warren’s soft fingers. For a split second he raised a brow, but the Angel got it.
“Oh my god you’re so stupid.”
Bobby scowled. “What do you mean?” He replied, pissed—but not completely oblivious to the situation.
Angel’s brow-line furrowed and he snickered. “C’mon Bobby you know what I’m gonna say.” Warren spoke, giving Iceman an accusatory look. Bobby smiled, beginning to giggle.
“What? Whahat is it?” He asked, trying to hide the laughter in his throat. Warren gave him another stern look. “Huh?”
Angel rolled his eyes. “Well why don’t I just—“
“NO!” Bobby yelped, twisting away from the older boy’s fingers. Warren smiled.
“So you do know what it is, huh?”
“…” Bobby blinked up at the blonde, trying to see clueless. “No?”
“Oh my god, I hate you.”
Before Bobby could twist away, Warren drilled his finger’s into Bobby’s side. He made sure not to touch the burn but he wasn’t going to let Bobby escape. Immediately, the brunette began cackling like an idiot. Warren smiled, watching the normally icy-cool and someone full-of-himself teen crumble under Warren’s tickling.
“Hehehey! Ihihim hurt!” Bobby squealed, grinning ear to ear. Warren ignored the growing heat on his face for the time being.
“C’mon, I’m not targeting those spots,” Warren told him. Bobby shook his head, as if it could somehow persuade Angel to stop the onslaught.
Something about Bobby’s laughter was infectious cute—at least to Warren. A few thoughts scraped his mind about this being payback for Bobby’s pissy moments, but it didn’t feel like it. It felt as if Warren chose to do this, like he would do it even without a Bobby to get revenge on. And the best part was definitely not the revenge, it was just seeing Bobby laugh below him.
Iceman writhed, trying to leave Warren’s grip. Unfortunately, Angel was sitting on Bobby’s legs and they were both upright. Warren was also considerably stronger, so it was kind of hard for Bobby to release himself.
“Ohokahehey! Yohohou made your point!” The younger boy squealed, trying to cover his face with a hand. Warren brushed it off with his wing—which gave him a better idea.
“Alright,” Warren stopped for a moment, letting Bobby catch his breath. Iceman glared—but it was more playful than anything else. Not once did Warren let him get out. “We’re not done yet.”
“Nohoho—“ Bobby began giggling again, but the grin on his face had appeared before Warren even hinted at continuing the attack. In a graceful but of course childish movement, Angel brought his wings forward and curled them inward, leaning directly under Bobby’s underarms, sides, and parts of his stomach.
Slowly, he began moving the feathers back and forth. The reaction was immediate—softer giggles falling from Bobby’s mouth. Warren couldn’t help but smile himself.
“Nohoho—thihis is bahahad—“ Bobby whimpered, endlessly battering at Warren’s light gray and white wings. Angel’s face twisted slightly in confusion, and he hummed.
“Why?”
“Nahahow you knohow my weakness..” Iceman blurted, smiling at the softer tickles. Warren hummed again.
“It was bound to happen at some point.” Warren furled his wings back up at placed them in rest position; facing Bobby.
The younger boy took a moment to catch his breath, probably taking too long for dramatic effect.
“I guess.” He muttered, looking away from Warren.
Suddenly, it became increasingly aware that Bobby and him were mere inches apart. Hell—Warren was sitting on Bobby’s legs.
Thoughts circled through Warren’s head so quick that he hadn’t noticed Bobby was back to facing him again—a low smile planted aloofly on his features.
“Hi.” Warren almost fell backwards—very uncharacteristically.
“Hi Bobby.” Right now, saying his name felt wrong. But he definitely couldn’t pinpoint why—no, he couldn’t, he just didn’t want to think about it.
He was suddenly aware of how hot his face was, and how Bobby’s looked similar. His cheeks were dusted in a sunny pink and his freckles shown through the color. Bobby’s blue eyes sparkled with curiosity, and Warren subconsciously put his hands on Bobby’s shoulder. He didn’t notice he had until Bobby had his hands on Warren’s waist. They were cold.
“You’re hot,” Bobby’s eyes widened at his comment. “I mean—you—you uhm, you look warm.” He cleared his throat, looking away again. Quicker this time. “Could I?”
Warren nodded. Whatever Bobby was planning on, he needed it right now. Even if it was going to cause him to stay awake all night.
Iceman lifted his hands to Bobby’s cheek. Immediately, his face began to cool down. It felt nice—the cold. But Warren was definitely enjoying the feeling of Bobby’s hand’s on his face better.
Warren didn’t know what to do, but he did know his body was going to do something without him thinking about it, so he spoke first.
“Can I, um, do something?”
Bobby bit his lip, looking up at Warren with soft blue eyes. He took his hands off of Angel’s face and placed them on his waist, nodding.
“Yeah.” He clicked his tongue—as quietly as possible. “I know what you’re gonna do, too.”
Warren brought his hands to Bobby’s cheeks and brought his face forward. The time before meeting Bobby in the middle felt longer than any second Warren had ever experienced before.
Bobby’s lips were soft—and no shit, they were cold. Funnily enough, they reminded Warren of mochi.
Bobby didn’t seem to know what to do, but Warren did. He leaned into the brunette with a passion, helping to guide him with his lips. Slowly, in teasing motions, Warren nibbled against Bobby’s lip. He didn’t dare go past his lips, yet, but it was enough.
Warren broke the kiss first, and Bobby immediately whined, huffing air. Warren tried not to catalogue the noise before he looked back at him.
“Is that you thought I was gonna do?” Warren asked, running a hand through his wavy hair. Bobby smiled.
“Yeah, something like that.” Bobby grinned.
…
It was about two hours until Jean caught on. Then Warren knew that he was done for. Well—no, but he knew Jean wouldn’t let this go. He also knew the professor had probably caught on during the whole sequence. Especially if Warren’s thoughts were as loud as he thought in that moment.
The; “How are your burns, Bobby?” Gave it away immediately since Bobby hadn’t told anyone he was sunburnt except Warren.
Whatever. Warren didn’t exactly care about Jean knowing what had happened. Warren had kissed plenty of girls before—why did this matter?
Well, for one, Bobby was a boy.
But, whatever, it wasn’t that different.
Even just a few hours after kissing Bobby, Warren began to realize that Bobby was his perfect type. Brown hair, humorous, a little annoying, and cutely stupid—or, well, stupidly cute.
It was really funny, to be honest, but Warren wouldn’t have it any other way. It was perfect.
…
“Don’t you think they’re cool?” Bobby called, an enthusiastic grin on his face. Warren laughed.
All 5 students of the X-Mansion were sitting in the living room on the couch, blankets covering the leather in messy patterns. Late summer was ending, and Warren had his wings wrapped around himself—and a bit of them around Bobby. With his hand tucked near Bobby’s waist.
“Sure,” Warren breathed, watching The Fantastic 4 in all their new, shiny glory on the flatscreen. Hank looked mildly interested and Scott looked the same as Hank, except a little concerned. Jean just looked happy to be there. The Professor was yet again, grading assignments. “They’re pretty cool.” He admitted. Bobby cheered.
“I swear, we get new heroes every week.” Jean commented, lifting popcorn out of the bowl with her powers.
Hank nodded. “Not completely accurate, but there are definitely more heroes coming, strangely enough.” Hank gave. A few heads nodded in agreement.
“They’re a little weird.” Scott expressed. Bobby’s glare sparkled across his features.
“What?! No they aren’t! Everyone’s a little weird, laser pointer.” Bobby defended, hoisted himself higher on the leather couch. Scott shrugged and Bobby went back to his original position. Except, he moved just a bit closer to Warren.
Jean gave them a glance, then looked at the TV. Warren bit his lip. Jean offered a low smile, and he relaxed.
It was a nice day, even if it was cold.
Warren ran hot, so he loved cold weather at times.