Meaning of Rings

Chapter 2

Warren's heart leapt into his throat at the knock on his door. He paused to wipe slightly sweat-dampened hands on his pants before pulling the door open. He ducked his head and looked at Scott through his lashes. When it came to women he knew exactly how to deal with situations like this, but when it came to a man ... when it came to Scott, he was clueless.

Scott smiled and stepped into the room. He looked around for a place to put his clothes. At first he thought to use the chair that Warren had at his desk, but then decided against it. If things went as he hoped, as he dreamed, he might need it and end up dumping them onto the floor. The bed was also not a good choice for the same reason. He walked over and placed them on the floor in front of the entertainment centre Warren had purchased when he'd first moved in.

The blond watched his friend, uncertain what to say or do. He licked his dry lips; he hadn't forgotten about the things that Scott had said about him being his slave now. He wondered if he'd really meant it. He didn’t particularly want to ask and look stupid but it was the sort of thing that could lead to making a fool of himself. He almost rolled his eyes at his attitude. Anyone would think he wanted to be the brunette’s slave.

Scott got up from placing his clothes on the floor and turned to Warren. His eyes glanced at the front of Warren's damp pants and noticed the slight bulge, he hoped Warren wouldn't be shy and turn away from him now. He'd just started to figure out that his friend might like him sexually, ‘might’ being the key word. They got along so well, better than with either Hank or Bobby and Jean was still an unknown spending most of her time with the Professor. The peek of Warren's tongue as it darted across his lips froze him in mid thought. Images flashed through his mind of kissing Warren and he could feel himself begin to harden. He took a deep breath and held it a few moments to control his thoughts and stifle his body's response to those images. He didn't want to scare Warren off if that wasn't what he really wanted. He had to start slow until he got more feedback, more positive responses. Caution first. Get him naked second.

"So, where's the stuff to clean your wings?" he asked.

"Bathroom ..." Warren pointed towards the half closed door. He shifted nervously from foot to foot.

Scott headed over to the bathroom and looked around. A rush of envy over the oversized Jacuzzi tub that Warren had had installed along one wall rolled over him and left him with a smile. He just might get to use it today. He looked around the edges for bottles of soap or shampoo and spotted several types. He also noticed an odd, wide toothed comb with a long handle. Must be what Warren usually used to comb his feathers with when no one was there to help him. He leaned into the tub area and plucked a bottle from the rim, "Is this what you usually use?"

Warren followed Scott into the roomy bathroom. He peered at the bottle in Scott's hand and nodded. "Yeah, that first then the green one, its a special formula, helps them retain their waterproofing."

"So that's how you do it," Scott replaced the bottle on the rim and stood up. "We'll need extra towels," he looked around and spotted only a few that had been hung up to dry that morning.

"I'll get some." He offered and went back into the bedroom and opened the closet where he had a stash of clean fluffy white towels. He grabbed a few and rejoined Scott where he'd left him.

Back to the doorway, Scott had already toed off his shoes and was in the process of pushing down his shorts when Warren walked back into the room. He was tempted to face the door and watch Warren's reaction when he saw him undress, but decided against it.

Warren hesitated at the sight of Scott stripping off his shorts. He blushed, suddenly realizing that he was going to have to do the same, in his current state. It was embarrassing enough that his erection had been felt and seen through his pants, but to have to strip off ... He took a deep breath.

"Here are the towels," He said and set them on the side.

Scott turned with a nod; trying not to blush or show any embarrassment as his half erect cock bounced against his abdomen. He had to keep it calm and cool. Stay in control. A swift glance showed him that Warren was more aroused than he. He turned his head away to hide his triumphant smile, pretending to concentrate on taking off his socks.

Gathering his courage, like it was no big deal he was about to take a shower or bath with his best friend while he had a hard on, Warren unfastened his pants and slid them down. He followed them down and crouched to untie his shoelaces and pull them off. When he stood up he was left in just his boxers, they tented obscenely with his erection and that was even more embarrassing. He just wished that Scott would make a move so that he wouldn't have to worry about being ridiculed, if he'd meant what he said ... he should just take control, that way Warren would know where things stood and he wouldn't have to blush so fully at his arousal.

Scott wanted to be casual about it, start off slow. It was time to start giving orders. He noticed that Warren hadn't taken off his boxers. "Take off your shorts," he ordered before leaning into the tub to turn on the faucet and move it to hot.

The blush crept down his tanned chest as his hands went to his waist. His eyes fell on Scott's perfectly shaped ass, a small smile spread across his lips and he pushed his shorts down until they pooled around his ankles, and he stepped out of them.

Scott waited until the water temperature was just right and then switched it to the showerhead. "Get in," he gestured, backing out of the way to let Warren pass. He didn't attempt to cover his lengthening erection in any way, subtly trying to show Warren that he wasn't embarrassed at his state and was in fact just as interested.

Warren stepped into the tub, his wings twitched slightly. He was fairly sure that Scott's erection had grown, it was the last confirmation he'd needed. He suspected that if Scott had only been toying with him that the other man would have left rather than respond to his nakedness when he saw he was rock-hard. He looked over at him.

"How do you want me?" The blond was fully aware of the loaded nature of his question, but didn't care anymore.

I want you on my cock and above me with those gorgeous wings spread, Scott thought and then tamped it down. Not yet. Not yet. "Put your back to the water and spread your wings a bit. Let them get good and wet," he said.

He turned to comply and his wings pulled forwards but didn’t unfold very far, it exposed the base of them to the water and the other man.

Scott stepped into the tub behind Warren, trying to stay out of the spray as much as possible and avoid the splash hitting his goggles. He ran his fingers through the feathers close to the base where Warren's shoulder blades should be.

Warren's wings suddenly jerked at the touch and his cock throbbed with the referred pleasure. He brought a hand up to press against the tiled wall. That touch ... those hands on his wings ... it was enough to make him cum without ever touching his cock. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to get a grip on his arousal.

After removing the tiny pebbles and grit that had embedded into the wing bases, Scott picked up the shampoo and poured a large dollop into his hand. He stepped into the spray and intercepted the water on his back while spreading the soap evenly, coating both wing bases. He began to massage the soap into the tiny feathers and seeing Warren's trembling, told him to brace himself against the wall.

The Avian leaned his hands heavily against the wall, but suspected if he lost it that it wouldn't be much use at keeping him upright. He could feel the tremor that ran through him at each caress, his cock leaked steadily, the clear precum washed away down the drain.

"Scott ..." He whispered, "I ..." He groaned deeply. He was going to embarrass himself so much, but right now there was only one thing that he wanted and it was to cum.

Scott knew Warren's wings could be sensitive; they had to be to sense the slight shift in air currents when he flew, but he hadn't realized how much they also affected his sexual responses. Seeing what his touch was doing to the man, he stepped close and slipped a foam-covered hand around his waist to press against his hard abdomen, perilously close to his ultimate goal, Warren’s cock.

"What?" he whispered just above the rushing water.

Warren was breathing heavily, the contact of the warm body against him only making things worse as he felt the hand on his stomach. He tried to force deep breaths. "I ... I need to cum," He managed to get out; mildly surprised he didn't die of embarrassment.

Scott’s heart pounded and he could have leapt for joy at his friend’s words. He needed to show Warren how eager he was to communicate his need. Scott leaned forward and pressed his own hard cock against the tight curves of Warren's ass, "Let me do it."

He knew the urge to turn him around and take the cock in his mouth could be too much too soon, so he moved his hand down to the base of the avian's cock and encircled it with his fingers. The soap on his hand making it easy for him as he began to move up and down on the hot hard flesh. His own cocked throbbed and ached as it pressed between the rounded curves of Warren’s ass.

Wings fluttered slightly erratically as the hand wrapped around the blond’s erection, he unconsciously pushed back on the cock nestled between his ass cheeks. He bit his lip, his eyes squeezed tight; Warren couldn't believe this was real, that this was happening. He wasn't even sure how they'd ended up here. His head fell back and he cried out as his hot cum splashed against the tiles. His knees almost crumbled beneath him, but somehow managing to keep him upright and deny gravity its pull. "Oh, Christ," He uttered.

Scott's other hand came around to support the weakened angel in his arms and he braced his legs against the pull as Warren almost fell. His hand continued to pump until he was sure the man was spent and his cock was flaccid once again. "Go ahead," he said quietly so as not to break the moment, "kneel down. Rest." He felt an elation that only winning a tough Danger Room exercise had brought before. He had gained enough of Warren’s trust for them to be intimate on one of the closest levels. They had moved beyond friends, but the label of lovers had to be acknowledged by them both before it could be real.

Warren didn't argue, he didn't want to; he sank to his knees in the bath and tried to gulp enough air into his lungs. He hunched over as he took deep breaths and the water continued to cascade down.

Scott took the mobile showerhead off the hook that kept it in place and used it in combination with his feet to spray the dirt down the drain while Warren rested against the far side of the tub. After most of the dirt was gone, he plugged the hole and switched the spray to the tub faucet where it would fill faster. He dripped some of the shampoo into the waterfall to maximize the bubbles in the bath.

As the water started to deepen around his knees, Warren turned in the tub to look up at Scott. He could see the erection that he'd felt pressed against his ass. It bobbed tantalizingly in the air with every beat of his friend’s heart. His eyes continued up to look into the other teen’s face. Wondering what Scott would be thinking about him now?

Scott simply smiled down at him and put aside the shampoo bottle. He sat down on the rim of the tub, unobtrusively spreading his legs to not only sit easily on the narrow space and lean back against the tile, but to show that he was still aroused. "I didn't know you like having your wings rubbed," he said, both enquiringly and somewhat pleased at this new discovery.

Warren's eyes fluttered from the erection back to the handsome face. "*Like* would be an understatement. Its like there’s a direct link to my cock," He blushed, slightly. "I think the base of my wings is the biggest erogenous zone I possess."

"Really?" Scott quirked an eyebrow above his goggles. "That's good to know," he added with a smile that Warren would swear was predatory. He rested a hand along his inner thigh, "I think there's something you need to do for me." It would be a big step for Warren, he knew, but it was necessary to see if the relationship would go both ways. *If* it was a relationship.

Warren swallowed hard, knowing full well what Scott meant. His eyes dropped to his groin, "I've never ..."

"You don't have to use your mouth if you don't want to," Scott said gently, his smile softening. He didn't want to scare Warren off the whole subject now that they were making so much progress, but he did want to put the idea that they might eventually do such a thing. He needed to know how far Warren was willing to go.

"I ..." He couldn't pull his gaze off that hard cock. It stood so proud and impressive, he could imagine himself sucking on it, but he really didn't have a clue what to do. He reached out his hand but didn't quite make contact with it. His eyes came up to look at Scott's face. He wanted to, but he was so afraid of not doing a good job. He almost laughed at himself, he always had to achieve ... school or sex it didn't really matter ... he had to be the best. He finally wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked it gently.

"Ah," Scott sighed as the warm hand encircled him, "that feels good." He closed his eyes and the glow behind his goggles dimmed until Warren could just make out the half circles of his lashes behind them. "You're doing fine," he encouraged at the gentle stroking.

Feeling his courage grow, he swiped his thumb over the head and smeared the clear fluid there over it. It glistened tantalizingly, but he wasn't bold enough to lean forward and lick at it. His hand tightened and he increased his pace, adding a slight twist to his wrist as he pulled up along the shaft. He wanted to make Scott cum, to prove to him that he was ... what? Worthy? That didn't make much sense but it was the thought that came to his mind as his hand glided up and down the hard flesh.

Scott moaned as he felt a finger graze over his glans. Imagining that the hand was Warren’s was one thing, but to actually know it *was* Warren's hand made him harder than ever. He'd already been on edge, and then Warren's hand tightened and sped up. And the twist ... he'd never imagined Warren doing that. It was new. It was exciting!

"Ah ... God ... Yes," Scott panted, it was getting harder to breathe. His hips twitched up with Warren's strokes, "Yes ... more!"

At the encouraging words, Warren brought his other hand up and gently rolled Scott's balls in his sack. He squeezed and released the shaft repeatedly as he stroked. He knew he was bringing the other man close. The fact that he was the one doing it was starting to reawaken his cock and he felt a strange sense of pride.

"Damn!" Scott cursed; one of his fantasies was finally coming true! He reopened his eyes and searched Warren's face, he wanted to remember this moment. Seeing a man he admired and envied with his cock in his hand bringing him off. It was beautiful. He watched Warren cup and fondle his balls, the concentration on his face. He really wanted to do this! It was almost too much.

“I'm going to cum," the brunette panted, his legs twitching in anticipation.

Warren increased his efforts further, not knowing why Scott had felt it necessary to tell him. He looked up into the red goggles briefly then back to what he was doing with his hands. The cock felt so good in his hand, so right. It pulsed and throbbed and he knew any second now it would erupt.

The pleasure was white hot and it spurted out in long jets as Scott shouted in ecstasy, almost falling forward off the rim and into Warren. At the last moment, he caught himself and fell back against the cold tile.

The hot cum splashed down on Warren where he knelt and his cock twitched causing him to moan with a surge of arousal. He stroked Scott's cock until he was sure he was spent. He pulled his hand back and looked at the cum that was slicked over it. Curiously, he brought the hand up to his mouth and licked at it. A mixture of bitter sweetness assaulted his taste buds.

Dragging in air with ragged breaths he knelt down into the warm water. Scott watched him with avid interest and then did something he wasn't sure he should do. He leaned forward, placed a hand along Warren's face and kissed him on the lips.

Warren had kissed quite a few girls, but they didn't compare to the feel of Scott's lips on his. His mouth opened and he leaned up into the kiss, his tongue slipping out to touch against the other guy's lips. He reached a hand up to caress the smooth cheek.

Scott instantly opened his mouth to Warren's searching tongue. He let his free hand skim up his friend’s chest, neck and face until he was cupping his head in his hands. He deepened the kiss, letting his own velvet tongue swirl around Warren's.

The soap bubbles twirled around his lower legs as he knelt up to reach for more of that hot inviting mouth, he moaned as he felt Scott's tongue play against his own and desperately pressed his lips more firmly against his. He had never before imagined feeling such raw emotion could course through his body from just a kiss.

Scott lowered his hands, letting them slide down and around to Warren's back, unconsciously bringing them to the base of his wings pulling the two men closer together as their kisses heated up. He couldn’t get enough of this, he didn’t want it to end, but he also wanted more.

Warren moaned deeply at the contact, his cock slowly refilling and stretching. The passion and intensity of the kiss stole his remaining breath and he pulled back a little to breathe. He looked up into Scott's face and he was stunned silent. He'd never really looked closely at the man he was becoming, part of him still thought of him as a kid. He was only a year younger but that had felt significant until now, until he was looking into that strong, handsome face with the floppy brunette hair. He wondered what color Scott's eyes were before. His friend was sexy, no doubting that, could probably have whoever he wanted. They said that about him to though, didn't they? And for the most part he acted how he was expected, dating a different girl every few weeks. But it never satisfied him, never left him feeling like this.

In a way, Scott couldn’t believe this was happening. He was kissing Warren and Warren was kissing him back. And it wasn't a chaste kiss or a brotherly kiss. Warren was returning his feelings. It was a shared moment that couldn't be erased. His hands flexed in the fine feathers and he remembered his friend’s words. He began a massaging motion, fingering the strong muscles and tendons with circular motions. He had to keep the momentum going. He didn't want Warren to deny what had happened. It couldn't just be two lonely guys getting each other off. He knew the blond had to beat the girls off with a stick with his looks and his family wealth. Most of the anorexic, painted bitches just wanted his friend's money, to be the next Mrs. Worthington. He had to make the moment last. He reached out and felt around for the faucet, turning the warm water back on. Keep the bath going, get him comfortable and excited again. He couldn't deny what was happening between them if they fucked, even if he had to let Warren fuck him.

Eyes fluttering at the sensation, Warren let out a groan that seemed to rise all the way from his feet. Blood rushed to his cock and left him feeling light-headed. His hands reached up to grasp at strong shoulders.

"S—Scott...” Words deserted him though, he was left not knowing what he'd intended to say.

"You're not clean yet," Scott whispered breathlessly between lip nibbles, as he used his tongue, lips and teeth to tease Warren's mouth. His hands moved out to comb the small feathers that gathered at the base and beyond. He pressed into the thick membranes with blunt fingertips, exploring the pattern the feathers followed.

Warren arched his back, popping out his muscles and his wings shivered. He wasn't sure he could handle having his wings toyed with more; they were almost too sensitive now. He just wanted to be thrown on the bed and screwed into the mattress. He wondered where the hell that thought came from. He opened piercing blue eyes and looked into the red flare of Scott's goggles.

Scott held onto Warren, his hands slipping down to his waist and lower, his fingers just brushing the top of the crack of his ass. He moved his mouth lower continuing his teasing dance focusing now upon Warren's nipples. A quick glance told him Warren was already back on his way up for another round. He couldn't move too fast, he knew, he didn't want to blow this whole experience by rushing his friend into something he may not be prepared for. He eyed the level of the water, gauging how much would be needed. He had to change sides with Warren and place his back against the angle of the tub. From there he could use the water's buoyancy to let Warren ride him or if he balked at that, at least try to get him off again.

Warren moaned and leaned into the touches and kisses, he wanted more. A sudden awareness crashed through his body, his knees hurt. "Scott ... c—can we take this to bed?" He blushed. He didn't know if his friend wanted the same as him, but he didn't want his first time to be in a bathtub.

Scott froze and looked up into his friend's eyes. Warren. Wanted. To. Move. To. The. *Bed!* He was screaming in happiness inside, but he was slightly surprised when the words left his mouth smoothly, "Sure, if that's what you want."