An All New Romance

**I spent ages writing out an explanation in the first chapter, so you don't need to know anything X-Men to read! Rated Y for sexual innuendo, mild sexual scenes, mild violence and language. I wouldn't class it R, but I see that some people might.** With Scott Summers about to leave the rest of the time displaced, original X-Men to go travelling with his father, will Warren confess his feelings for the boy with the red sunglasses?


13. JK

Warren weaved the paper through his fingers slowly, as he sat alone in the kitchen of the New Xavier School. It had taken him all night to get home, even with the private jet his future self had lent him. But the other thing given to Warren by his older counterpart was what was running through his mind currently - a cell phone. He felt the small, hard rectangle push against his thigh, through the pocket of his jeans. Maybe it had been a mistake for Warren to tell his future self that 'some girl' had given him her number. Maybe people would ask questions. Warren unfolded the wrinkled piece of paper. The string of digits was scribbled roughly in the centre of the rectangle, with the letters 'JK' signed above - Julian Keller. Warren sighed heavily. Things with Julian would be different. What he had with Scott involved feelings, and feelings always messed things up. With Julian, it was nothing but attraction. They were just having harmless fun. These were the only two homosexual experiences Warren had ever had and they could not be more different. Scott - the boy who he had formed an unbreakable attachment to, who he loved unconditionally and who had broken his heart. Julian - the boy he kissed in a stupid game at a party, who he had planned to use as a rebound and who was unbelievably gorgeous.

"Are you okay?" Warren lifted his head to see Scott stood in the doorway.

"Fine." Warren replied bluntly.

"You look tired." Scott sighed, approaching him. "I'm sorry. I didn't sleep well either."

"Actually, I went out. I've only just got back." The reply was curt.

"Where were you that meant you didn't get back until seven am?" Scott sounded shocked, and slightly hurt. Good, Warren thought.

"New York."

"Are you kidding me?" Scott hissed, sitting quickly beside Warren.

"I needed to get away."

"What's this?" Scott snatched the paper from Warren's fingers.

"I was with someone." Warren said mysteriously, still not so much as glancing at the boy who broke his heart just hours ago.

"Who's 'JK'?" Scott furrowed his brow, his jealousy clear.

"You're a smart guy, Cyclops." Warren stood and walked over to a metal worktop on the other side of the room, leaning against it casually. "Figure it out."

"It's someone's initials, right?" Scott looked over the room at Warren through his glasses, hurting when the boy did not meet his gaze.

"Genius." Warren replied sarcastically.

"Jane?" Scott suggested.






"Umm..." Scott searched his mind, determined to find out who the slut was that had her hands on his boyfriend. "Jess?"

"Nope." Warren watched his hands as his twisted his fingers together impatiently.








Warren smiled at the floor. "Drop a vowel."

"Juli-" Scott stopped as the realization hit him, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "Julian Keller."

"Bingo." Warren looked at Scott for the first time, purposely repeating the word Julian had used last night. He knew Scott didn't know that Julian had said that word, but Warren still enjoyed saying it.

"Warren..." Scott's eyes lined with tears behind his glasses. "You said it was just a game." He rushed over to Warren. "I thought he was straight."

"Well, he did tell me he wasn't gay when I first saw him." Scott relaxed slightly at the words. Maybe nothing happened? Maybe they just talked? "But I'm not convinced, considering the way - just minutes later - he was kissing me and taking off my clothes."

"No." Scott's heart broke.

"Relax, Mr Possessive." Warren was proud of the pain he was inflicting on the boy he loved. It was a strange feeling. "We were interrupted before anything happened."

"You kissed him?" Scott bit his lower lip to stop it from quivering.

"Yeah. I did. Numerous times." Warren smiled smugly. "He gave me his number and we're going to meet up sometime."

"No, you're not." Scott snapped.

"Why do you care?" Warren shrugged, looking away casually.

"Because I still love you, Angel! I always will!" Scott whispered desperately.

"You dumped me. That means I'm allowed to seek comfort in someone else."

"Yeah, some trashy girl in a bar. Not a guy! Not him!"

"Why not? He's a lot of fun!" Warren argued.

"I can't see why you'd want to do this to me." The way the words caught slightly in Scott's throat provoked a small feeling of guilt to bloom in Warren's chest. But it was quickly washed away when he remembered how Scott had ditched him.

"Scott," Jean entered the room, stopping when she saw the close proximity of the couple. "Sorry, am I interrupting?"

"No, it's fine." Warren smiled at Jean, casually taking Julian's note from Scott's hand. "Scott and I were just discussing how long is an appropriate amount of time to wait before calling someone you spent a night with."

"Please don't tell me that yet another girl has fallen for that 'I'm-insanely-wealthy' smile." Jean rolled her eyes, heading for the refrigerator.

Warren laughed. "You could say that."

"You're such a slut, Warren." Jean giggled, sitting at the table with a glass and a bottle of milk.

"Yeah." Scott forced the word out past the lump in his throat, as he moved away from Warren and sat beside Jean. "He is."

"Anyway, I'll leave you guys to chat." Warren was wary about leaving Jean alone with Scott, but he had to get over that. Scott wasn't his anymore. He headed for the kitchen door. "See you in training."

He quickly made his way to his bedroom and shut and locked the door. Sighing heavily, he collapsed onto his bed.

He removed the enigma of a device from his pocket and stared at it intently. His future self had shown his the basics of how to use it, and Warren worked hard to recall that information. He pressed the small button on the top and the screen flashed into life. At the bottom of the screen were the words 'Swipe to unlock'. Warren tried this and, sure enough, an organized home screen appeared on the device. He tapped the screen lightly over the icon that seemed to display a small, landline phone handset. He assumed this was how you used the 'telephone setting'. A grid of numbers appeared and Warren took out the paper. He typed each number in slowly, pressing the screen a little too hard each time. Once he was sure the number was correct, he pressed the 'Call'button. Warren lifted the phone to his ear cautiously. This was super weird. A series of beeps sounded from the device before Julian's voice spoke up.

"Hello?" The sound of the word sent shivers down Warren's spine. Maybe this whole 'using-Julian-to-get-over-Scott' thing was actually going to work.

"Hi, it's Warren." He replied shyly.

"Oh, hi. Umm..." There was sound of some slight commotion from the other end of the phone, as if Julian was changing his position, possibly to be somewhere less public. Once the sound died down, he spoke again. "Everything okay?"

Warren swallowed hard. "I was just wondering if you wanted to meet up sometime?"

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