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?


14. Pancakes

Julian wanted to make a statement. He knew Warren was rich, and he wanted to show him that he wasn't intimidated by money - he had plenty of his own.

Usually, if people heard that a Keller and a Worthington were 'dating', they would love it. It would be a way for their families to connect which meant more money. But not now. Now, no one wouldlike it, let alone love it. Not only was it a gay pairing - something Julian's parents frowned upon at the best of times - but they were also both mutants. And right now was not a good time to be a mutant.

He had told Warren to enter via the balcony, so that it was less likely they'd get caught. This way, Julian also got to show off the incredible view of the New York skyline from the penthouse suite he had booked for them.

He wandered outside slowly. He was a confident guy but this was different - it was new. And it provoked a strange feeling in his stomach. Fear? Guilt? Excitement? Julian couldn't tell, so he chose to ignore it.

He looked out over the edge of the balcony, down to the streets below. They were so small, dotted with tiny yellow lights where the cars passed. It was beautiful and one of the many reasons Julian loved living so near to New York City.

In a way, Julian felt slightly guilty for making Warren travel all the way to New York for the second time in as many days, but he wanted to be close to home, in case something happened.

He sighed heavily and leaned against the intricate balcony railing. Warren Worthington III, he thought to himself, Out of all of the guys you know, you had to pick him, didn't you? And not just that, a time displaced Warren that could be sucked back into the past any day. He pushed his face into his hands. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea.

"You okay?" Julian's whole body jumped at the sound of the voice behind him. He turned quickly.

"Jesus Christ, Warren! Do you want to give me a heart attack?" He took a deep breath to steady his shocked, racing heartbeat. But when he looked up to see Warren, his heartbeat shot way back up.

"Sorry." Warren blushed. "Nice place. I mean, really. Wow."

"You're not the only rich mutant, Mr Worthington." Julian joked.

"I see that, Mr Keller." A small smile appeared on Warren's lips as he approached Julian.

Warren's mind drifted to the first night he had spent with Scott. The hotel they had stayed in wasn't a budget motel, but it definitely wasn't anything near as beautiful at this. Maybe Julian was good for him? They came from similar backgrounds, they both wanted the same thing from their meetings - fun - and they were both used to casual, sexual relationships.

"You look good." Julian whispered, running cold, metal fingers down Warren's bare chest. Warren had told himself that he had chosen not to wear a shirt because it was easier to fly that way, but he knew that wasn't true. He hadn't worn a shirt in a way of making it very clear what he wanted from their meeting.

"Thanks." Warren smirked. "You don't look too bad yourself."

"Come on." Julian whispered, as he planted the first kiss of the night softly on Warren's lips. He took his hand and pulled him inside.

"Wow." Warren laughed. "Isn't the whole penthouse thing a little too much for one night? I mean, we're not even going to use most of this stuff."

"Maybe." Julian shrugged. "But this way, if you need anything, you don't have to leave the room."

He wasn't exaggerating. Warren had been in a room like this many times before. It was more of an apartment really! There was even a full sized kitchen, full of every piece cooking paraphernalia one could think of.

"I just need you, Julian." It was a lie. Warren needed Scott. But he wasn't going to admit that - to anyone. Julian blushed, the strange feeling in his stomach returning.

"Have you ever been with a guy before?" The metal of Julian's hands chinked when they met behind Warren's neck.

"One." Warren replied a little too bluntly. Julian could tell there was a story there, but he didn't pry. "Have you?"

Julian shook his head. "Never."

"There's a first time for everything." Warren whispered seductively, before walking off to the kitchen.

"Hey!" Julian laughed. "Where are you going?"

He followed Warren into the kitchen and watched him route through a perfectly organized drawer of different sized saucepans.

"You want a pancake?" Warren turned to face him, holding up a specific saucepan.

"What?" Julian just about managed to suppress his laughter.

"Kitchens like these always make me want to cook something." Warren shrugged.

"But I thought we were gunna-"

"We've got all night, right?" Warren smiled, tossing Julian a posh, metal spatula.

"This is crazy!" Julian laughed.

"Come on!" Warren returned to laughter. He relaxed when Julian came over to him. He hoped it wasn't too obvious that this was just the only way he could think of to put off what they had come here for. Sure, he liked Julian and he really wanted to hurt Scott, but the guilt was already too much. He wrapped his arm around Julian's waist and kissed his hair sweetly in a silent 'thank you'.

"You ready for the best pancakes of your life?" He teased.

"This is so weird." Julian laughed.

But Warren had made a mistake. By doing this, he was showing Julian the real him. And suddenly there were feelings involved.

Suddenly, it was more.

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