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?


3. Kiss Me Slowly

Scott paced the small hotel room. Where was he? Warren was supposed to be there half an hour ago to discuss their recent confessions of love for each other, but he was still yet to show. Scott knew how he felt for the other boy. He knew that he was in love with him. Maybe he couldn't see it so clearly before, but now he ached to be with Angel every second of the day. There was no doubt in Scott's mind that what he felt for Warren was love. Hell, he was willing to give up the opportunity to finally have some father-son bonding time just to stay here with the beautiful mutant. But still, Warren's lack of punctuality encouraged worry and fear to bloom in Scott's chest. What if he didn't want him? What if Scott was going to be left alone? What if he'd given up his father for nothing?

Three quick taps on the glass doors leading to the balcony caused Scott to jump with surprise. He was on the eighth floor. There was no way anyone could possibly get to his room's balcony. Anyone, that is, but Warren.

Scott rushed over to the edge of the room, pulling back the ugly curtains and opening the double glass doors, letting in the night.

Warren stood in the doorway, topless. It was obvious he had not intended to use his mutation tonight, or he would've worn something he could access his wings through. Scott was definitely not complaining about his choice of attire though.

"Scott, I'm so sorry. I just-" Scott quickly cut off Warren's words with a kiss. He didn't care why he took so long to get there, the fact was he was there!

"Wow. 'Hello' to you too." Warren laughed, as Scott pulled him inside quickly, shutting the doors behind him.

"Why did you fly up here? Someone could've seen you!" Scott's worry returned again. Mutants were hardly the most popular people right now.

"They wouldn't let me in downstairs. But I had to see you! I had to come here and show you how I feel!" Warren explained hurriedly. Scott could tell there must've been a light drizzle outside, as tiny water droplets covered Warren's wings.

"How are we going to do this, Warren? We can't tell the others, not yet. I mean, they think I'm straight. I marry Jean in the future!" Scott sat heavily on the bed and Warren quickly followed.

"Technically, it's in the past now, not the future." Warren joked, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Warren!" Scott moaned. "This is serious."

"I know." The laughter had fallen from Warren's voice. "I don't care what the others think. I'm in love with you."

"They won't see it that way, you know?" Scott warns, fiddling awkwardly with his glasses. "They won't understand."

"I know. But we can make them understand, can't we?" Warren ran his knuckles softly down Scott's cheek.

"We could try, I guess. I'm just not quite sure now is the right time for me to... You know... Come out." Scott blushed at the thought, making Warren smile.

"You wanna keep this just between us?" Warren suggested. "For now, at least?"

"Yeah." Scott sighed. "Sorry."

"It's fine, Scotty."

"Thanks for understanding." Scott whispered shyly.

Warren couldn't resist any longer and kissed the other boy gently. He had longed for the contact all day. Scott moaned softly against Warren's sweet lips and lifted his hands to touch the mutant's bare chest. The contact between their skin drove them both crazy.

"This isn't fair." Warren whispered, smirking. "You have a shirt on."

"You can change that." Scott growled and kissed him again. He felt Warren's hands on his hips, before they slowly moved up the sides of his body, taking his shirt with them. Scott was silently thankful for how much he had been training and working out recently. He was happy with his body. He broke the kiss for a second while Warren pulled the shirt over his head and threw it casually on the floor. With passion like this, there was no need to be tidy.

"I love you, Scotty!" Warren breathed, kissing the boy in his arms with more passion than ever before.

"I love you too, Angel." Warren couldn't help but smile at Scott's words. This was all he had ever wanted or needed.

As their kiss got more heated, the couple fell back to lie on the bed. Although Warren's wings were cramped up against the mattress in a more than awkward position, he couldn't care less! He was far too busy exploring Scott's shirtless body to notice.

Scott couldn't believe what was happening between them. The passion, the fire that they felt was undeniable. Scott grasped Warren's slim waist and guided his body on top of his own. Soon, Warren was straddling Scott's hips and their kissing had become more frenzied than ever. But suddenly, Scott pulled away.

"We should get back." He panted, hating the words. "I don't want to go too fast."

"Scott," Warren sighed, trying to calm his heart rate.

"When can we do this again?" Scott asked softly. Warren stroked the hair gently from Scott's forehead, before standing from the bed.

"Soon, I hope." Warren replied, Scott quickly following him back over to the balcony doors. He wrapped his arms awkwardly around Warren's waist, trying not to crush his wings, and kissed him on the shoulder lovingly.

"Wait!" Scott begged suddenly in a low whisper. "Stay with me."

"Scott, I thought-" Warren's hand rested on the door handle, but he did not open it.

"Don't leave me alone." Scott began kissing Warren's neck, making the boy's brain go fuzzy from the pleasure. "I really love you, and the room is booked for the night, right? Maybe we could just... Talk?"

"Scott, I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do." Warren worried, turning back around to face his love once again.

Scott was taken aback by the spectacular sight before him. Warren was illuminated perfectly by the city lights from the glass doors behind him. The shadows cast across his body emphasized his toned chest and perfect physique. On top of that, the boy's perfect pale blue eyes sparkled with emotion in a way that Scott had never seen before.

"I don't think I could ever want you more than I do right now." Scott whispered, closing his eyes as the beautiful sight before him became too much. But still the image of Warren framed by the New York skyline and the stars was engraved in his mind.

He held his breath as he sensed Warren's face near his own. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Warren's neck, his breath catching when his fingers contacted with the boy's perfect skin. And finally, they kissed.

"Stay with me." Scott whispered the command.

"Yes." Warren replied simply. As Scott ran his fingers through Warren's soft, blond hair, as they continued their kiss, he couldn't help falling more and more in love. This is how it was supposed to be.

"Wait." Warren pulled away abruptly, causing Scott's heart to sink. "I think we should talk."

"What? But I thought that we sorted everything out. What's wrong?" Scott worry returned once again. The words Warren had just said weren't usually followed by a positive conversation. He knew that this was too good to be true.

"Nothing, you said you wanted to talk." Warren laughed, resting his forehead against Scott's and letting his eyes slip closed. "And I just want to talk about you. I have fallen in love with Cyclops, the good-boy leader of the X-Men. I want to know more about Scott Summers - the guy behind the visor."

"There's not much to know." Scott shrugged. He didn't think his life was that interesting.

"Come on." Warren pushed. "If we're going to be together, I wanna know your story."

"Umm... Okay. What do you want to know?"

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